From Jeremy:
– “Mom, if you’re still alive later, you can help me build my restaurant. It’s gonna have a green roof and logs like a cabin and a rainbow door with a blue doorknob. And you can make the turkey on Thanksgiving.”
– “You don’t have to say Dear God, or any-fing like that. You can just say God and start tellin’ him stuff.”
– (In an effort to convince me to cook more pancakes…) “Mom, I’m serious. I’ll eat ALL the pancakes. PINKY SWEAR!”
“Jeremy, you don’t have to pinky swear on everything,” I reply.
He answers, “But how will you know if I’m telling the truth?”
And from Jackson:
– “Pweese, Mommy, I don’t wanna go poopies in da potty. I sit right here.” (on the couch!)
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My night will be quite busy as I have several mounds of laundry to tackle and a batch of butter cookies to make for tomorrow’s “Thanksgiving Lunch” at work. I also have a “Thanksgiving Lunch” at Jeremy’s school, so there is many a turkey slice to be enjoyed tomorrow. I’ve been working on an ingredients list for the real Thanksgiving dinner I’ll be making next week and I’m wondering how many new recipes I should try… The Food Network has me curious.
I woke up on the way wrong side of the bed this morning thanks to a very vivid dream I had about my Papaw who passed away at Christmas in 2001. I couldn’t shake the images of him I had in my mind from the dream and couldn’t understand the meaning of it – I was helping him stagger down a flight of stairs, holding him up so he could walk. Papaw is never far from my thoughts, especially at Christmastime, and the dream persisted in my mind throughout the day.
I have no business blogging right now since the washer has stopped and it’s time to switch and reload. The butter is softened and ready to be pounded into cookie dough. It’s 7:45, and as it stands, I don’t foresee bedtime for quite a while.
Ooh, I was just looking for a butter cookie receipe! Do you mind sharing?? I tried looking on line, but I couldn’t seem to find just a basic simple one.