Le troisième jour de Noël, mon véritable amour m'a envoyé trois poules françaises and they are chatting away in French as I sip my coffee and try to crank us up. (When I was a child, my dad made us sing The 12 Days of Christmas every day until the 6th of January and I have a permanent ear-worm!)
I really wish the celebration did not always involve food - and specially good food too! Went to an afternoon Open House yesterday where Rachael actually served a full meal. So silly and hard to resist. It really helped that her huge Rottie, Bluto, was my friend. Came home and, without weighing, decided ten pounds has to be my weightloss goal for February 1! Now I have to figure out what to do with all the cheese, salami and smoked salmon still in my fridge. Maybe Joanne can use it for her NY's Eve bash.
We have the strangest weather. There is not a speck of snow on the roads or grass - just leftover bits in the woods. That is supposed to change by the end of next week but it has been so great to not have to deal with boots for a while. Above normal temps and sunshine are on the menu for another three days before we get more white stuff - a nice break after last years Snowmageddon. I'm almost tempted to cancel my February trip to Cuba!
Time to lug the trash to the curb. I feel sorry for the township guys this week since they have ten days-worth of trash instead of just a week. At least the weather is decent.
(If the three French hens are a nuisance, I have an axe and a chopping block.)
Pop in an share your Saturday plans.

We still have some snow on the ground, especially in our yard. I'm hoping it will melt this weekend before it gets colder again. I am not complaining, it's been a gentle heating season so far.


Happy 3rd day of Christmas and watch out for the French Hens!
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