Good morning. No snow in our forecast for another week so probably no white Christmas. I hope they are wrong in their forecast - they usually are!
Chelby, tell Auston that I fell into a bag of bits an bites or whatever they are called last night. It must be going around. I skipped the scale this morning as I was dressed before I remembered. (Subliminal memory loss.

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Cottage, I hope your day goes quickly and the headache stays away. I am still trying to figure out what a pizzelle is.

I hope it has nothing to do with bulls. Guess I should Google it.
Debbie, I would dearly love to rip up my 1976 wall-to-wall and restore the lovely maple floors in this old house. The thought of the dust and confusion makes me forget the idea quickly. One room upstairs was done as an experiment and I don't want to go through that again for a while. Maybe when I get my second wind - or childhood.
Chickadeee, one treat is not a big sin - see my bits & bites confession. When I went to the drugstore, my pharmacist was pushing fudge and shortbread. At least half of Delta is diabetic! I gave him heck and accused him of trying to drum up business.
Karen, thanks for the book recommendation. I just may indulge in a new book after Christmas as I'm sure I'll get a Chapters card.
Twynn, that kitten is so adorable! Are you still referring to her as a "foster" kitten? I had one once who stayed for 22 years.
Made it to the Bank yesterday and also to the grocery store in Elgin for a minor ($130) shop so I can get started on Christmas Eve party prep. By the time I got it all put away, the Town Hall back in order and a few other tasks done, Jazz and I really needed a nap. A half hour really refreshes me and I tackled making taco bake for the freezer late in the day. This morning I will pay some Mill bills, do the Good Food Box routine and then make my meatballs in peanut sauce for the freezer. I may tackle some sherried mushroom empanadas - all stuff I can freeze and pop into the oven. I do not worry about SBD compliant when I do party food but will have veggies and dips of course.
Sierra, my foster-grand, is coming over for a visit this evening. She is 16 and absolutely gorgeous now that her teeth have been perfected. (I kind of adopted her and paid for her teeth as a sort of pay-back to my sister who paid for my dd's ortho stuff way back in my single parent days.) I think I will ask her to help me finish some up high decorating as I'm too wobbly on ladders lately.
"Enough blabbing. Get on with it, Ruthie!" (How can I get rid of the ghost of my mother?)