If She Plays Her Cards Right...

Emily works customer service at a local supermarket and has the joy of working at the store's fuel center. Her shift has been, unwaveringly, 1:45-10:15 p.m. She's my little veal in a stall (after a few of us had said that to her we explained what it meant, she laughed!).

(The cute necklace she's wearing is her "panic button" to summon immediate police assistance. It can provide material for another blog entry which could be titled "Did She Really Have To Use It", a.k.a. "Are The Arvada Police Officers As Cute As The Arvada Firemen?" which can be another blog entry...).

Last night, being Saturday, was very slow at the gas station. I received a text from her. "I'm making tiny playing cards, I'm so bored! And I can't remember what a club or a spade looks like." I know, hard to believe in our card playing family that she could so easily forget. Guess her mind was a little numb.


Here's what she created, a complete deck of 2 inch playing cards.

The beautiful part was that they were cards on one side and puzzles on the other. Recycling cigarette cartons, she's so green!