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We were invited to a barbecue at SIL's (Kathy's) house this afternoon. So I've made a big potato salad and then baked some snickerdoodles. Ashley was creating a book of her drawings for Grandpa Doug and then discovered that I was baking. I'm not allowed to do that alone. So she had to help. The dog had lots to lick up off the floor when she was done.

Here she is rolling an enormous snickerdoodle. I somehow managed to disuade her from attempting to bake one that large. She made it over into several smaller ones instead.

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Chris is arriving home this evening from his white water rafting trip, so we've decided that I will be here to pick him up instead of going to the barbecue. He's been gone all week and I don't want my boy coming home to an empty house. Ally is still up at my sister's house. I tried to get her to come home yesterday, but she didn't want to come back.

On the plus side, this has saved us in groceries.

And for those of you reading along, another chapter is up on my forum.


  1. Yes, you don't fool me. I know that snickerdoodles is a word that you made up to fool the Brits.

  2. I don't think it would take that much to fool you, now would it vicus dear?

    Snickerdoodles. They are a real cookie. Honest.

  3. Anonymous5:06 PM

    yes, you have saved ENORMOUSLY in groceries from not having Ally around this summer. Yes, she is a BIG, quantity eater. She just domolished her all time favorite her at her favorite Aunties home: peanut butter,banana and honey sandwhich! Nicole and her remeber making them when they would come home from preschool to my home. She is mine now! She is moving in for 5th grade. She told me this. A grocery bill be be in the mail...

  4. That's not funny Julie.

    You can't keep her forever. I miss her.

  5. yikes! never mess with a mama bear!

  6. will read next installment, but not before going to bed.

  7. Yep. Don't mess with mamma bear.

    Looks like I won't get Ally back for another couple of days cuz she's going to my niece's house to help out with baby Taylor.

  8. They are real. I can vouch for that as I make them too.

  9. what on earth is a snickerdoodle?
    Sounds a bit rude!!
    Ah America a completely foreign nation divided from us by the English language!


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