
 I sprinkled some little pumpkins here & there.

 These are the "morning after remains" of what
 I considered a warm~cheesy~bubbly sensation, but nobody liked it.
  Is there anything more discouraging than fixing dinner and not a soul eating it?
 Well.  .  . except for me.

 A couple of cats showed

 up at my house

 yesterday.  
Unexpected Creatures. . . just lovely.
 
 
1 comment:
Your dinner looks good to me! I don't think there is anything that makes me more mad than cooking dinner and people get up from the table and go to the pantry! My blood boils!!
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