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This is my first attempt to be a blogger. I hope to type a few items that you will enjoy. |
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I do not know where to begin with this description. The time period is from 0 to now. Please don't ask how long that is. I am sure with certain clues, you will be able to figure that out. I am writing this on my favorite old computer at home. I have a computer room that doubles as a retreat for a few of my pets when they want to be alone. I will cover mostly current thoughts. I hope to add some pictures as I have seen in a blog. I think that to do this sharing will take a lot of work, but the pictures I have seen are well worth it. Occasionally, I might review a flashback in mylife. I have times when I just roll that special even around in my mind until it has every possible facet examined. Usually this time is to try to figure out a "what if" scenario. If some of my items have no zest to it feel free to say so. I think that after I have some a few trial runs, then the real me will be out for all of the world to see. Luck you! As the saying goes, "Come with me and the best is yet to be." |
  The mystery began at 10:00 pm when I was trying to find a little snack before bed. I had a gift of molasses cookie in the cookie jar. Now....(music duh-duh-duh- duhhhh) the jar was barren. The only clue was a few crumbs that had been overlooked by the criminal involved. I decided walk through the house . I peeked into my brother's room. He was asleep with a book laid across his chest. Next was Papa Joe's room. He had drank a glass of milk but did not appear to eat anything with it. Finally was Aunt Fiona who was supposed to be on. a diet. On her night stand was a plate with one cookie left. As she came up the stairs,, with dry clothes fro the dryer, she looked startled at me. I had caught her red handed and red faced. "Hope you don't mind." "No Aunt Fiona, but someone has to tell the doctor that you broke your diet. "Yes, I guess the truth is best." She walked into her room and looked out an open door, "But I'll do it okay?" I did not think that the next batch of cookies will last more than one day. I smiled at the fact that my new recipe would have been a success. But then I have taken a few cookies that smelled so good when I was younger. Motto: If one is going to make cookies, then put the jar on the top shelf in the pantry. I have tried to get the logo here. |
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