I rotated this photo but when I downloaded it--it decided to have a lay down. This big gallon size jar is filled with pretzel sticks dipped in melted white chocolate and then rolled in "jimmies". The more jimmies the better. We have all the food textures here: crunchy, crisp, salty, creamy, sweet. I usually make them for my husband at Christmas but this year I didn't and we were happily surprised to see that our daughter had made alot of them for her dad. He's been working his way through them as lunchtime dessert.
Riley went to "Doggie Day Care" yesterday and I had a wonderful day without him. Laundry, grocery shopping, returning KONGs to Petco, Target looking, Goodwill shopping. All without looking at the clock wondering if I needed to let the dog out, walk the dog, feed the dog. Riley was so happy to see me in the evening and I was so happy to see him.
I was the kind of "good mother" who did a great job with my kids (I'm sure one of them will have something to say about this statement in the comments) but I was counting the days till they turned 5 and could go to school. I lucked out. Both went to school at FOUR! Sort of Pre-kindergarten. When the second child left home for school, I was delirious with my freedom from childcare 24/7. My husband was already traveling for his job and gone alot so it was all ME. And no family nearby to help out. I would NEVER have considered home schooling. There were even years when I thought boarding school sounded like a great idea.
So we are now firmly believing in doggie day care. Tomorrow.
What's Good Today: Sunshine and good walking conditions but very cold. Two friends from the library are going out for Indian food with me tonight. Cheeseburger Tuesday. G vacuumed the entire house. Sigh!
What's Not: Going to snow this evening. Snow covered ice is NOT good for walking. Bill paying. Checkbook mathematics.
1 comment:
Don't be fooled -- homeschoolers seriously consider boarding school also!!! The chocolate covered pretzels look so tempting. My mother-in-law made some for all the grandchildren, but neglected us poor big kids.
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