Breakfast of champions
December 3rd brings you three things, my holiday friends. Three things.
#1–This little sculpture was on the porch December 2nd–placed exactly thus. (Except it was on the porch–not the countertop.)
Look carefully at the bottom (actually it’s the upside down top) of the jar.
This is what the upside down peanut butter jar delicately placed on two pieces of wood was protecting:
It’s the first Sunday morning of the month bloom.
[I think I’m pretty much a photographer now.
And yes, I am willing to do engagement photos for a small fee.]
~grin~
#2–This (your eyes should now be scanning the picture below)
…is the breakfast of champions.
And also maybe lunch.
But only when I have a migraine because it’s at those precise moments that my taste buds do a crazy little mixed up ‘everything tastes like soap unless it’s bland’ kind of party dance.
I mix it with milk.
[Mixing it with water would make it repulsant snozzcumbers.]
It’s a precious piece of information.
#3–This is me being adored–and me adoring.
I adore being adored.
And I know that I am adored by this little one because her eyes get all sparkly and her body all wiggly and her sweet, sweet face all smiley when she notices that I’m in the same room with her.
If I could figure out how to do it appropriately–like within the bounds of reason and law and such–I would lease a child for the holidays.
~grin~
Happy third day of Christmas month.
what do you think?