We had some friends over this morning, so I dressed up a little (and I mean a teeny tiny bit). Plus I am sick of being a little cold. No cardis to be seen here.
I made pear butter cake because I can. If I eat all the cake I won't fit onto your computer screen anymore. But that's beside the point. It is delicious. It is capricious.
Today I had to bribe the Doctor to take my photo. Nothing like a little corruption in families, is there?
What's on the haps in your 'hood?