At least they did come back to take away the little orange digger. When the mighty winds blew the other night, they blew the temporary (I hope) plastic fencing off. I guess we should have figured that would happen but we were too busy thinking about the trees. Stedman was unusually quiet when we let him out in the yard and that was because he wasn’t actually in the yard. Fortunately, he is a dog without imagination because whenever he goes missing, it’s an easy retrieval He consistently goes to the same location – right in front of the next door neighbors storm door. He just sits that hoping to be let in.
These are the entire family’s favorite and whenever the phrase “Christmas Cookie is thrown about, these are what come to mind first. I already gave up on finding this and was planing to just google up some recipes for Pineapple Nut Cookies but I’m glad I didn’t. I guess this old school style with its double sifting and multiple beating steps and 6 bowls to wash afterwards is what makes them so good. I remember typing this card on a Smith Corona portable that had a dual color ribbon – red on the top and black on the bottom. I guess those are my fingerprints on the card – I can’t imagine that my mother would ever leave behind such a mess.
I can’t begin to tell you how unnerved Stedman is about the toy dog plays ¿Dónde Esta Santa Claus?. At least he seems satisfied now that the chihuahua won’t leap off the end table and come after him but whenever the thing plays, he keeps a sharp eye on the row of stuffed Snoopys on the piano in case they try to bust a move.