Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Hi everyone!  How's your weekend going so far?  Mine has had its ups and downs....but I'll share my projects first.  

Check out a card and a candy box:

 

This little box is from the Silhouette Online Store.  I ran it through my Cuttlebug because it needed some pizzazz! I added a label and used some of my SP&Company Mix N Match stamps for the sentiment.

 

It's just big enough for a few chocolates.  Yum....chocolate!

 

This card was also a cut file from the Silhouette Online Store.  I love the border, but I'm not entirely sure how to effectively use this cut file.  I tried to add some patterned paper behind it, and well...that wasn't enough.  So I added the bow.  I'm still not sure that's what it needed, but once it's stuck down....you're sort of committed.  But I'd love to hear your thoughts because I'd like to salvage it if I can!  Help a sister crafty girl out, ok!

Now....onto my weekend.  Have a drink ready, it's a lengthy tale.  So....we woke up on Saturday to much more pleasant weather than had been predicted for our neck of the woods.  It was 60 degrees, sunny and moderate to pretty gusty winds, but it was certainly a huge improvement from the rain and 40 degree temps that were predicted the day before.  You know where this is going....a bike ride!  Oh happy day!  We loaded up and took our bikes down to our local greenway.  It was a tad gusty and my son managed to whine a lot, but it was still a great morning and so wonderful to see so many people out being active this morning.  When we were getting packed up to leave for our ride , I noticed a large, blue tanker truck of some form working on the water lines on our street, but to be honest none of us thought a thing of it.  Until we got home.....

So, my son and I finished up our ride and loaded our bikes.  My husband rode another 40 miles with some friends and his plans were to simply ride home.  It was the perfect plan, until I walked in the door.   And my son announced, "Mom, it smells like a port a potty in here!".  He was right.  Our house smelled awful and when I went in my (freshly painted) bathroom, there was water about 6 feet up the wall!  And the toilet was groaning.  Can toilets groan?  Mine did.  

I headed upstairs to check out the other bathrooms.  My son's toilet had some water around the floor, but none on the walls.  Our master bath fared the best, but all the toilets were making a horrible noise.   

Not exactly sure what was going on, I marched my still-spandex clad arse down the street.  I'm sure I was a sight, but I didn't care.  My hair is not a good cut to go under a helmet.  I was sweaty, had grease on my leg and probably had really red cheeks....and I had toilet water all over my house.  I was not pleased.  But I've learned that kindness gets you better results than an attitude so I approached the big blue truck workers with a smile and asked politely what on earth they were doing, why my house smelled like a port a pot and also why toilet water had spontaneously shot out of the commode!  The nice worker explained that they were cleaning our sewer lines out and that the water was "just toilet water", not sewage (well thank God for that!), but still.....ewwwwww! and that I needed to run a LOT of water through all the pipes and open a few windows.  Can I say how grateful I am for those gusty winds that my son whined about all morning?    I got the mess cleared up and headed over to my help out my neighbor, because well....I do try to be a nice person.  All seemed well, until we got home from church last night to discover apparently they had been back and we were in for round two.  The only thing that helped was all the lids were down this time.  Alleluia!  

I began cleaning session 2.0 and lit a lovely vanilla candle.  The margarita I had at dinner probably softened my mood about cleaning up toilet water for the second time in six hours.  Oh lovely tequila--thank you for dulling my temper last night.

But, things could always be worse....someone could have been sitting on the john when the big blue truck shot 2000 pounds of air pressure through the pipes.  That would have been a rude shock to the buttocks, wouldn't have?!  Perhaps I should be glad that I wasn't home to experience this firsthand.  Yes, there is always a positive spin on every situation.  

I hope you have a wonderful St. Patrick's Day and may your commode not groan at you today. 

Cheers!