The wife is headed over to bake cookies and make candy with our daughter and her girls today. Great fun, and probably a great mess, will be had. The wife will have to hide a couple of cookies for me because otherwise the girls will douse everything in sprinkles. I don’t do sprinkles because they are nothing more than candy-coated mouse turds. Plus, who wants crunchies on an iced sugar cookie? Not me and not you, unless you want to be wrong.
I may, if things dry out, make an effort to rake or mow the thick layer of leaves that still cover the backyard. There are a lot of them. The great disadvantage of a privacy fence is that stuff can’t blow away. We shall see. It is not like I can claim I need to watch football. My team played last night. I do think I will wrap up the wife’s Christmas presents while she is gone. She will notice them right away under the tree. Hers all look like they were done by a professional. Mine will look like a four year-old’s holiday art project. I flunked scissors and tape back at Samuel Kyger P. Elementary.
This post is like a SNL skit. I don’t have an ending. Nor a point.
Have a great Sunday.
What? Titles aren’t all about clickbait around here.
This was my mom’s recipe:
4 comments:
Your team won, I hope the Steelers lose so we get a better draft pick.
Just settling in to watch the world's greatest Christmas Movie.
I watched Holiday Inn last weekend 😎
I cannot abide sprinkles.
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