this one. I knew she had stowed it away in her attic, so sometime in October, I snuck into her house and swiped it. Sort of. Actually, I broke a shelf while trying to hoist myself into her unfinished attic access door. It took some stealthy gluing and sweater rearranging to cover my tracks as well as a more flexible and tall husband to finally get up there and hand down the project.
these, but I just didn't have it in me.
card giving spectrum. I guess "special" is all relative. He also called me into the office and surprised me by playing 'our song' and dancing with me right there. That was special to me.
I have a few other things on my mind too, such as trying to figure out why the salt is sabotaging my baking. Is it possible for salt to be saltier than it should be? Everything is coming out too salty, no matter how much I cut the salt back. Maybe I have a little kitchen elf "helping" me...
I'm also needing to go through my pantry and figure out what I need more of, and how much has been used, but I'll probably never get around to that, so don't hold your breath.