The cat has already tried to open the bread package - not Molly, for heaven's sake, who wouldn't dream of such a transgression, it was Tuxedo the new miscreant who never met a bit of food he didn't like. I shooed him away and admonished him that he's a carnivore anyway and wouldn't eat bread. "Oh, no", he seemed to smirk, "I'm not a carnivore, I'm an OPPORTUNIST." And he certainly is. He ate a potato chip yesterday. What cat eats a potato chip?
I'm in a froth eager for Bonnie Hunter's mystery to start tomorrow. I have already taken a break from cooking to fondle my fabrics and start to second guess myself. Stop, just stop, I have to tell myself. You have already changed your mind too many times. Finally you jettisoned the gold and brown on the grounds that you use entirely too much brown and you are "golded" out from Orca Bay, and have decided to go with Bonnie's colors. You have a very nice group here:
Anyway, happy Thanksgiving to one and all, wishing you a merry and safe holiday, whether you are surrounded by family and friends or, like my husband and I, sharing the meal at home together. I send a virtual hug and handshake for the bloggers whom I have met online and may never be able to see in person, in affection and appreciation for you all.