My dear hubby has the crud that is going around. He stayed home last night so he could try to cough in peace. Evidently he also spent some time on CraigsList, for we made a trip to Raleigh last night to pick up his newest babies:
and of course Lucy & Linus are staying in the sun by the shed trying to figure out what these new creatures are and why they can't get to them. I expect some howling today when they get locked up.
And Little Buff ignored the fuss and went about her business of laying an egg,
While all the others lined up at the door, watching, and waiting to see if I'd let them out early today. Sorry girls (and guy). You've got to wait your turn to roam the yard.
Meanwhile, I'm off to try out a new sewing foot on my machine, and I'm hoping that the needle will stay in place today. Happy Monday!
Saturday we had a baby shower for Bobby's niece. As I was making the mints, Bobby asked what else was on the menu. After I recited off the litany of items, he responded with "No peanut butter?! This shower is for Hannah! What's she going to eat?" (Hannah has had stomach problems over the years and has been unable to tolerate many foods, but peanut butter has been her staple.) Despite my assurances that she would enjoy the foods we were having, he was adamant that I needed to make peanut butter & jelly sandwiches for the shower. Even though I protested that NOBODY took that to a shower, he persisted, and informed me I could make them dainty with my little cutter. And so I did. To my surprise all but 3 were eaten. Who'd a thunk it?
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