Holy Crap, A Breakthrough

I have designed a cover that someone likes! Sigh.

For those of you outside the evangelical Christian lingo world (God bless you, I'm envious), there is a bumper-sticker kind of phrase--Let Go and Let God. Talk about being a gaggy sap. In general, I think any phrase that fits on a bumper sticker should be stricken from the record.

Anyway, Husband, who is also Boss, has been micro-directing this certain pain-in-the-ass project (hmm, that phrase probably wouldn't fly in the evangelical lingo world) just a wee little bit, and he decided to back off this morning and let me choose the type and imagery of my choice. Just a few moments ago during a phone conversation that I regret not recording, he said that I had finally broken through on this project, and that he had told himself to "let go and let Robyn." Eck, but a good policy, I say. Maybe even on a bumper sticker.

Comments

Anonymous said…

where can I get one of those bumber stickers?

Also, Husband - Boss... ouch!!

Guess Who??

3:57 PM

Scout said…

Sorry, this bumper sticker exists only in my twisted brain and in my Photoshop file. It's a shame, though, don't you think? I think I might be onto something. (Rich?)

4:23 PM

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