This year the heart shaped box of candies was especially frilly and promised exceptional fanciness. Surprisingly, the sole cherry cordial of the chocolate lot was not just hiding enough sugary goop to induce a diabetic coma at 10 feet, but it was also home to a perfectly preserved "P" scrabble tile. This sugar coated factory mishap was discovered by Miss Helena Pout of 87 Tiger Lily Court. Miss Pout had come to expect the treats from her secret admirer each year at Valentine’s day, but she had never found a tooth-cracking clue before. Convinced that true love was just around the corner she promptly dialed every name in the phone book between “O” and “Q.” Soon enough a date was arranged with a gentleman known as Mr. Rutherford Plumb, who found the inquisitive caller a delight and only half-listening to her tale of candied love, falsely laid claim to the 4 years of aloof gift giving. Their dinner did in fact begin a long and lasting courtship. One watched closely and delightedly gossiped about by neighborhood busy body, the recently widowed Mrs. Henrietta Spout of 67 Tiger Lily Court.
From the desk of Henny Penny...Everything has been coming up roses over the past few days. I've had my fingers into the embroidery thread and my first few attempts at stitchery have turned out swell. Mostly the output of my efforts are for an online swap at craftster. I'm making "dotees," or mini art dolls. It's fun to mail things about the country and accept little trinkets, specially made, just for you. There are a few thorns, such as the new fructose free diet I've been encouraged to try out (apparently I only enjoy eating fructose filled things - like wheat), the need to collect samples for the GI doc (no need for details, let's just say I've never been happier to use my upper lip as a nose plug), and I'm prepping for a crown of the worst variety...the molar topping type.
On the happily ever after front...
We set aside our first deposit into the baby fund, met up with a Denver infertile couples group (and I'm happy to report we're rocketing head first down the luge to new friendsville), and Mr. G finished his final. Little Cleo has finally had a trim, she looks sleek despite her new interest in shivering. Whereas Bootsy and Mr. Frecklepants have been hiding for days, and only recently came out sniffing the air as I (quite splendifically) prepared sea scallops for the first time!
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