but hello, it's Saturday!

My routine usually precludes a blog post over the weekend. My weekend resoultion is to stay away from the computer, which consumes more of my time than I care to admit, and therefore dedicate more of myself to my lovelies. This wholesome and unselfish dedication to my family goes totally un-noticed by them - we are, whatever I tell you, a perfectly normal disfunctional family. But, whaddya know, Mr and Mrs Dunnit are both wide awake at a non-saturday hour. Mr Dunnit knows that if I work out that he's lying in bed awake, I might engage in a conversation - and you all know that conversations that take place in bed are usually about the cost of something, the trouble with the child(ren) or, horror, something involving our feelings.
So he got up and went to work early.
And here I am. There's a large deadline looming and I need to do some tweaking of cards and ideas, so I'm going to settle in and get on.
I've been flicking through a handful of cards I've made for the Card Marathon - I usually discard and add a couple. This has hit the 'no' pile and you can probably see why at a glance. I've added a sort of mouth/smile to this fella with a thin black nib, but is he possibly the most depressed snowman you've ever seen? How can I use that on a card that's meant to offer greetings, which are surely, meant always to be cheerful? So he's a gonner. I wonder how many more will strike me as spectacularly inappropriate. What amazes me is that even though I drew the enigmatic smile on at the time of making the card, I didn't see quite how depressed he is, poor love. Tell me you agree, just so I know that the emotional chat I missed out on this morning isn't manifesting itself in rubber stamp critique! Have lovely weekend.