This is one of those silly days where some things are just wrong, and some are strangely right.
This, for example, is just wrong: I mean, I know it's a fake tree and everything, but why can't it live inside all the time? It makes a terrific hiding spot. Like I said, this is pretty silly.
Everybody who has Mom's bread loves this kind. Mom says it has milk, butter and eggs in it. She doesn't know why it rises so big - bigger than any other kind of bread she ever makes, but it does. So again today, she made six loaves. Auntie Karate, Mr Karate and Mim-may all have dibs on these. I'm just a cat, and don't eat bread, but even I have to admit it smells really good.
(Mom hasn't forgotten about the movie with me and my 'nip banana, the prize package for LC, or that Mr Hendrix's mommy wants to learn how to quilt. And I haven't even told you about... oh, that's for another blog post!)