If only Mark knew what was going on down in Snippyville when I am up in the middle of the night. My goodness.
Sometimes I dress up and photograph myself to model for my snips. Here I am as "the old lady who swallowed a fly." As I drew, the story took a macabre turn. Looks like the old lady didn't just happen to swallow these critters. Note the pot and ladle. Uh huh. She was plotting against them!!!