Nailed it! This post’s image, my friends, is of the oreo mummy balls Dave, Evelyn, and I made. Now, please don’t go on Google to see how better the professional’s creations are.
After an early morning wake-up from the rooster (my bad for forgetting to pen him up), I’m in hyper-vigilant mode. There’s a screech to a rooster’s caw, and when it happens at 5:30am and feet from your bedroom window, you bet you remember to lock him up the next night.
Since he was out and roosting already, I had to find a small red rock to urge him out of the tree. After finding it, I positioned myself like a World Series pitcher and threw it. Not to brag, but I got him on the first try. As he fluttered down, almost on top of Evelyn’s head, I swooped him up just as he hit the deck.
Stroking his shivering body on the walk, I approached the gaggle of ducks. I did a quick left, and right maneuver to corral them as I calmed and rubbed his leathery feet. The thought of time at Imperial Garden’s when I gnawed on well-seasoned, likely deep-fried chicken feet came to mind.
Last night I tried another episode of Workin’ Moms on a friend’s urging, and I’m glad I did.
I’m excited to don my yellow platform sandals, straighten my parted down-the-middle hair, and hold up peace signs for my friends and family tomorrow. But how far do I take it? Do I ask them to toke on the Mary Jane with me and hop in the van I don’t have to hit up Woodstock?
Despite all the welcomed rain and chilly fall air last week, I’m grateful for a warm and dry forecast.
There’s a Nicholas Cage movie Dave and I have been meaning to watch, “The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent.” Since the night’s still young, I’m going to see if it’s in the cards.
Night! Love, Jaclynn
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