If there were such thing as the Glue Gun Police, I’d be an outlaw and my boys would be my partners in crime. My name would be Bonnie, and I would be packing a glue gun. And if you were to see the monstrosity of hot glue on the back of my wreath, I’d be fined for overzealous use of a craft product. Nothing comes between a crafty girl and her glue gun…except for thin
