I have no pictures. I was busy with her and the kids. If the principal sends me some, I'll certainly share. She's got to check to make sure it's ok with the parents.
And while I was there, I had to drive Hubby's "big old boat." My car was in the shop. Both tie rods were going out, and the tires had to be rotated, and the whole thing realigned. The car - or at least the steering - was "juddering." The steering wheel was shaking badly and the whole front end felt like the wheels were going to come off. Of course, that's what happens when a tie rod goes - the tire attached to it goes all wonky. And BOTH of mine were doing that. No wonder the whole thing felt like it was going to collapse on me.
So. I had to drive the big old boat. Which I could barely park, by the way. But it does drive nicer than mine...
And the vet thinks Tippi may have a kidney or bladder stone. X-rays tomorrow.
So, what does one do with one's car out of commission? One cancels their guitar lesson and gets baking done for the church's Rummage & Bake Sale. It's all freezable, so we're good to go.

Yes. I know. The photo is upside down. I did turn it the other way round, but somehow, my phone's camera ate it. Deal with it, please...
And a teeny tiny little secret about these loaves... They're from a box mix. That's not why they're not up to the top. They're a tad skimpy because there are 10 of them, like I said, but I don't think that will keep people from buying them. I've added chocolate chips; strangely enough, chocolate and pumpkin kind of go together.


One complaint - this took FOREVER to bake. But I kind of knew it would. The cups only took about 1/2 an hour, but the loaf took an additional 50 minutes.

These are a Christmas favorite. You can see the ridges - they actually looked like "reindeer hooves" before they were baked. I could go a little bigger on these for Christmas and bake them a little shorter than the 15 minutes called for. That would make them a tad more chewy and less brown on the sides.
Tomorrow, after working at the local mission serving lunch and going to a Get Out the Vote event, I'll be finishing up with Jewish Honey Cookies and Molasses Oatmeal Banana Bread. That fulfills my "baking ration" for the church... and gets me in the mood for holiday baking, honestly.
Last year, Hubby did the majority of the baking, which concurrently made me angry and happy. Happy that he could do it, because my schedule was so crazy, but angry because I honestly love to bake; it's a stress-reliever for me and I'm pretty good at it. I'll admit, I was jealous that everyone was complimenting him on "his cookies."
This year, I hope it's better. Because it's something we both enjoy doing.
Knitting On...

A friend asked if I'd knit her some socks. This is always a tricky thing, because if people ask "How much would you charge?" it's a totally loaded question. So, how much would I charge with $19.00-ish yarn, my time, and knitting basically 100,000 stitches - twice - with a plain pattern? See where I'm going here? I know the Yarn Harlot gives hers away, and that's cool. One can do that when one's a Knitting Goddess. But for the rest of us, there's no way we could even "knit for profit" unless we turned into designers.
The upshot of that request? I gave her the Opal site, told her to order two of her favorite colors, and I'd do 2 pairs for her. I will be doing Plain Vanilla... We shall see if she gets the yarn. I also told her to measure her foot, but I'll have to get pretty specific because I need to know more than "I'm a size 8"... I may have her trace her foot onto cardboard, so at least I know where to start the toes.
This knitting socks for other people is complex business. How in the world do others do it with ease?? And what DO people charge, if someone asks, to make a pair of regular socks??

It was kind of fun to see it again! The mixture of "real movie" and animation was Big Stuff when I was a kid.
Heck, I didn't know the animation was in color till high school. Seriously, I thought everyone was making a big deal out of it when "The Wizard of Oz" came on once a year. Yes, children, movies didn't repeat in those days. They came on once a year. And no - we didn't have a color TV till I was in high school.
And my parents were in charge of the channels. There was no remote.
I Did This Thing...

I am now. I wrote her a note and enclosed one of my Prayer Patches for her. I hope her mailbox is flooded with letters and cards. What she did and what she's enduring?
Seriously, for Melania to whine that "I'm the most bullied person on the planet." Give me a break honey-child. Let's talk Michelle Obama. Hillary Clinton. Dr. Blasey-Ford.
Clearly, the woman has no clue what "bullied" really is. And her "Be Best" campaign is laughable given Agent Orange's propensity to toilet-tweet in the wee hours.
Bullied. Darlin' you have no idea. And if you do have an idea, then you knew what you were marrying and you have not one jot of my sympathy.
Random Picture...
After I got my car back, I took a quick run to the store. It was quick till I hit the deli...where it took FOR. EVER.
As I waited, I saw this. And thought, "ohhhhhhhhhhhh NO!"

Go ahead. Gag. I did. And I still do.
You can pretty that pig up and you know what? It's still a pig.
Well, actually, that's an insult to adorable porcine critters everywhere.
You can put cheese and brioche buns on that sausage, but it's still nasty.
I hated the smell. I hated the taste. There's no "wonderful" about fried bologna.
What's the thing you remember from your childhood that makes you go "ewwwwwwww"?
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