Gave the boyfriend a haircut this afternoon. About the only time he behaves is when I'm around him with sharp objects or electric gadgets that could cause bleeding.
There's a new drive-thru/walk-up coffee shop in town. On Sunday they feature these humdinger sticky buns. I'm hearing about 'em, not actually eating 'em. The mere sight made my butt an inch bigger.
Bought some unsweetened applesauce, so we could have something that resembles a dessert. Put the little containers in the fridge, but decided it's better room temperature or warm.
If someone told me I was terminally ill, I'd do a couple of things.....get some cigarettes, a Texas Fifth of Vodka, a bag of lemons, a jar of olives to make gimlets, and then I'd eat five of these sticky buns. It's not a joke, but one must keep the funny bone lubricated and moving.
Sure's been a windy day. Leaves were flying like butterflies on the balcony. The weekend is getting ready to button up. Gotta be at same-day surgery for the boyfriend's cataract surgery at 6:15 in the morning. That means setting the siren.
Hope you enjoyed looking at the sticky buns!