Rosie greets the day.
Let's see ...
There's a bone pill.
There's a vitamin pill.
There's a blood pressure pill.
There's a brain pill.
And finally, there's my anti-bitch pill.
I'm ready to go.
Wow, just wow.
It's cyber-Christmas, which actually I like better than having to go to a store and shop for stuff since I HATE shopping.
I love how Miss Hawthorne gives me directions on how to cut/copy and paste.
She must think I'm a dottering fool, teetering on the edge of senility, drooling INto a cup, ready to be sent to the home.
Rosie gets her assembly line ready to pack 7 tins of cookies/candies/delectables for shipping off to family and friends.
What's in that big box?
Why, it's more yummies!
What's in that big box?
Why, it's more yummies!
Here are tins waiting to be whisked away to family, co-workers, and friends.
Neighbors and local friends will be dealt with on Christmas Eve.
Neighbors and local friends will be dealt with on Christmas Eve.
Here's a finished tin.
With 33 different items in it.
I did not include the arrrussssuuuppppeee for Pecan Praline in my blog since they really didn't turn out that well. They taste good, but look bad.
With 33 different items in it.
I did not include the arrrussssuuuppppeee for Pecan Praline in my blog since they really didn't turn out that well. They taste good, but look bad.
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