[fiction, instead of lies]

MAN, do I wish I were rich.
Not only would I use the money to fund chocolate for all the needy chocoholics I know (I’m lookin’ to you, BFF Brande), but I would buy up a metric ton of snowflakes about now.

It may be just as well that I’m not rich, because choosing from among the goodies would right now be KILLING ME. Oh, man. I love me some Skippyjon Jones. The name — just trips from the tongue and dances around. Skippyjon Jones has his hilarious ears covered over at Kate’s Book Blog, but he’s just as cute – and surprised looking — as ever.

Meanwhile, Shelf Elf has me writing and raving about Sally Vitsky’s paper sculpting, and in a word — WOW. I am a pop-up book nerd of the first water, and the idea of a snowflake with a little door to open — Well. I just want it.

The Clauses are just one of the good causes to check out the snowflake schedule at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast today. Hope your lazy weekend includes snowflake envy too.