When my husband was little and went to a friend's birthday party, he very proudly brought the beautifully wrapped gift (my MIL is a master wrapper) -- but then absolutely refused to hand it over to the birthday child. Had a massive fit and was finally taken home with the probably by then quite mangled gift still clutched in his sweaty little hands.
I'm not saying something similar is happening to me with this gorgeous original art. But maybe.
can you blame me?
Just a few days left -- enter to win it and maybe you'll get it.
All you have to do is post what you're hoping for this spring.
Here or on facebook or twitter (with #piggybunny) -- and tag me.
But first: I just turned in a revision of my new book.
Can't decide if I should walk in the spring air or collapse on the couch.