Here's another example of why my wife is awesome. It's also an example of why I 'hate' her. You see her creativity knows very few bounds while mine... does know bounds. My birthday was recent and she made me this card.
Sure, you might say, it's a nice card, but what's so darn special about it? You can't see in in the previous image, but check it out: it's a dang pop-up card! Woot!
On the evening of my birthday, SE had gone to bed just before me. A little while later, I walked into our bedroom to find these two:
Awww. Both completely asleep. I got three shots and neither of them moved.
She's also got an Etsy store. I hasn't got anything in it yet, but keep looking!
Listening to while posting: "Man on the Flying Trapeeze" by Spike Jones and his City Slickers ("Noodles, did you leave home? Sure, I left home. Did you put the cat out? I didn't know he was on fire!")