scrapbook stupidity

I've been working on a scrapbook for our trip to Europe last summer. Well, it's actually more of a scrapbox, as you can see in this picture. Normally, I enjoy doing things like this. I would spend hours making mix tape covers in high school. But this project has been troublesome from the get go. I have fought with paper, with glue, with the photoprinter (also seen in the picture), with layouts, with fingerprints, with every aspect of planning, design, and execution. Yet I labour on.

One annoying thing also associated with this project occurred yesterday when we tried to take some paper back to Paper Source. I purged my receipts last week and no longer had the proper documentation to prove that I bought two miscellaneous packs of paper roughly a month ago. The return policy at the store clearly states that if you don't have a receipt that they can look up your purchase history in the computer. What they don't tell you is that asking the clerk to do so will elicit the kind of response usually reserved for suspicious panhandlers, con men, and presidents. Basically, they treated my like a criminal mastermind, trying to engineer some masterstroke of chicanery in which I defraud the Paper Source company of $12.00. Needless to say, I was in no mood to cackle like an evil genius afterwards, but did maintain enough composure to buy more paper and clutch my receipt as I left the store.