Or maybe they felt it was something they could share without embarrassment, and here I am, blabbing to the world. Shame on me. Seriesly.
OK. I’m off to bed. Just about the time I could feel my eyelids trying to slam shut the doorbell rang. Pam, her hubby, their daughter and one of their small granddaughters sang “Jingle Bells” to me. Unngh!! But it was sweet, and they bore gifts — a jar of cookie mix and a big “Welcome” sign for my door.
I’ll send you a pic of it tomorrow when I know you’re awake! It’s about 18” across. HUGH!!
Did they tell you how many cookies they wanted you to make?
It all sounds very user/friendly to me.