I've pretty much decided to use SexyBack as my inspiration for this day's, and all thusly forthcoming days', blog post titles. Hope that's okay.
I really am though. Bringing Garamouche back. Do you even remember how crazed everyone was for that font? I mean, people actually bought it, rather than scour the Internet for cheaply made knock offs. Oh my hecken freck…i used it on EVERYTHING. Even notes to school:
(Oh… it's ALL coming back to you know, isn't it? Sigh.)
I just used this font on a layout for a new, super cool special issue of Simple Scrapbooks, that our crack editorial team is hard at work on right this very moment! I don't know. It felt so retro. Like listening to Depeche Mode's first album or something.
Anyhoo…not a lot more today, other than to report with much glee, that last night was the parents versus kids in Aidan's 12U volleyball league, and I am happy to report we, the parents, handed those kids their butts on a silver platter.
As it should be. They're quite old enough to learn the hard way that if you try to take on the parental maelstrom, prepared to be sucked down into the vortex of loss.
It helps them to grow up healthy and balanced.
