The kittles and I baked cookies this weekend. :grin:
Years ago, I baked quite a bit. Used to be pretty good at it.
However, my ever-expanding arse brought a halt to that practice. :moon:
About a month ago, one of my nieces requested her favorite cookies. Toll House. And since monies were low for Christmas gifts, I was glad to oblige.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get them done for Christmas, nor for New Years. But I got ‘em out this weekend. And since I couldn’t get them done for the holidays, I shipped them for another occasion both sad and worth celebrating.
To my niece:
Toll cookies, because you’ve definitely paid your dues.
Congratulations on the divorce, baby girl.
May you find the happiness you’ve always deserved.
You gave a gift of expressing human and touching sentiment – without sentimentality.
Were these Toll House cookies with or without fur?
Your niece must be a special young woman to have such a special aunt.
Hey Raine,
Just stopping by to say HEY! How the heck are ya!? :-)
Tanya
Thanks, Bernita.
She’s a great kid.
…Were these Toll House cookies with or without fur?
I’m sorry…the concept of ANYTHING being ‘without fur’ is quite alien to me…
…Your niece must be a special young woman to have such a special aunt.
Bailey, you’re sweet.
She is very special—in spite of my influence. :razz:
Hi, Tanya!! :waving:
Good to see ya!
I’m hangin’, hope you’re doing ok too.
Sorry I haven’t been to visit you more—will do better! :yesyesyes:
Blogger didn’t like me last night, but I’m up and running now and you’re going to like yesterday’s word count.:woot:
What a sweet post–and what a sweet aunt! :yesyesyes:
She’s a sweet kid, Daisy.
Deserves much better than she’s gotten. :yesyesyes: