I was outside working in the yard because that’s where my yard is, outside. I walked in exhausted from blowing leaves (huff n puff) and the house was suffused with the odor of baking goods. Cakes, pies, cookies. After 53 years of marriage to a resolutely “your hands fit a pot, too” type, I am entering cookie Nirvana.
So THIS is what conservatives are talking about! Who knew?
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