Then, for dessert, we had freshly dug up coffin cake! It had a red cherry goo filling.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
You wish Iuv. She's very high maintenance ! The cake was lovely though. Here's Mrs T's friend, Helen. I would imagine this morning that she feels much like she looks here !
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Is it Halloween 2016 yet? I give to you, the Trumpkin!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I'm going to make one of those lol! Did Mrs UT carve it?
Nah. I lifted it from her Facebook. Send her a friend request!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Uh, oh. Looks like the good lady of the house is home!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.