Random Neuron Firings
This never fails to crack me up:
He’d stay out there all morning. And yet, this is the same dog that commandeers my electric blanket if it happens to slide to the floor, and tries to lie down on people’s feet. Bizarre animule.
The day after Christmas is sometimes a downer, because it signifies the work in front of me for Dinner Theatre. Don’t get me wrong: I love doing it. I just don’t know for how much longer…
The Do Not Go Here site of the day. I mean it. Your wasted morning will not be my fault.
Welp…the Chocodoodle recipe is locked down and locked away. I must say it is mighty tasty. All that remains is the inspection next month, and we’re cookin’ with gas. Then I build the website, Mavis gets started with stocking and prep, and we both start marketing like our lives depended on it. We *should* be ready to take St. Patrick’s Day orders come late January — if we have any customers to place them. Stay tuned.
Today is shop for new music day for my middle school choirs. Much work to be done. But first, I smell Dunkin’ Donuts vanilla coffee — thank you Hannah & Seamus!