I thought you were baking bread.
We’re back from Mass. Jake wants me to go to bed with him. He’s gotten over the snit about getting his flea drops.
Not today. I made the mincemeat pie on Friday, and nothing the last few days. But I will! Maybe, since I’m not going to Walmart, I’ll get some bread made tomorrow, as it’s been on my mind so I’m not surprised you mentioned it!
I want to make those cookies, and have been wanting to make some pineapple cookies as well, but Hands. So the mixer will be like Christmas again! Only better because I didn’t have anything to unwrap on Christmas Day!
So, anyway, I’m going to take my pills and head down the hall because I’m very tired. I’d say “I need my beauty sleep,” but there will never be enough to make a difference!
I want my life to be ruled by a cat, I think... then I can have Naps with Catz!