I have been planning this scrapbook page for months, collecting Alice stories in a file on my computer. Not all of them made it to the page, because I ran out of room. And I left out all of the really embarrassing ones that she’d hate me for if I showed this to her prom date one day.
(for the record: I know that my verb tenses don’t match; by the time I noticed it was too much of a pain to go back and correct them all, so I just let them not match. Oh, well. The message still gets across, no?)
Currently I’m at a scrapbooking retreat, getting lots of pages done. I have come to realize that there’s a completely unacceptable number of (good) swimming pictures from this summer.