Care for a lil dinner in a pumpkin? This pic below is my Halloween creation. Yummy.
For some odd reason, when the Holiday season comes around I morph into a 1940's house wife. And no, you may not see a pic of me in my frilly apron. I have my dignity.On to my list of what I am grateful for-
*Even though I sliced off a huge chuck of my skin with a paring knife, I am grateful that I did not reach an artery.
*I am lucky that my Piece Of Crap car still runs, even though hunky handyman nearly ran over my toe when doing an oil change.
*Being sick is a blessing because hey, at least I can crack people up with my Fran Drescher sounding voice.
*Sure, God gave me some wacked-out hair but at least I don't have lice. Trust me, been there, done that twice.
Last but not least, I may not be where I imagined when I was twelve but I am alive and mostly-happy. And that's what matters most.
2 comments:
Sorry about your encounter with the knife. Ouchie. What did you put in the pumpkins to eat? That's a fun idea!
You are kind to ask-basically it was rice and ground beef with cream of chicken but the nutmeg, oh, the nutmeg made it divine :)
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