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Saturday Shot
And after the game…
Lynne made the tiger maul the elephant. (Lila was unimpressed.)
I had to drink my coffee out of this cup:
Congrats, Auburn. See ya next year.
And finally: cards!
Tom won.
THE Rivalry
Today is the ultimate game for people from Alabama, including those of us transplanted to Texas. I graduated from Alabama, and Lynne’s an Auburn fan. So she and her crew, including Lila (above) are here watching the Iron Bowl with us.
My socks, Lynne’s coffee cup:
Lynne’s birthday is tomorrow, so I made her a cake–Auburn tiger and Crimson Tide elephant:
Regardless of who wins bragging rights for the next year, the cake will be good. Also: ROLL TIDE!
ETA: Final Score Auburn 28 Alabama 27
Lynne gets bragging rights. I think that should be her only present.
Photo Friday, No. 224
Current Photo Friday theme: Hands
(View larger version of photo on black.)
Folk art: Using a handmade knitting board.
In Europe, this craft began in the 1500s.
Now for leftovers
The previous three Thanksgivings, I think we’ve been at Green Acres. Today it was the three of us–and five dogs–at home. On the menu:
Baked hen, dressing, squash casserole, crowder peas, mashed potatoes and gravy, and salad.
ETA: Cranberry sauce.
The Big H and her driver, also known as Rex’s former attorney, came by briefly to drop off a homemade pumpkin pie which was extremely delicious.
I’m thankful for the abundance of good people, dogs, books, and other wonderful things in my life. I’m also thankful that Tim won’t tell anybody that I put the tablecloth wrong side up.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
A little thanksgiving
Not very thankful for the baths they just got:
But VERY thankful for the treats afterward:
More to come…
Windows, No. 17
SHINY!
Possible Valentine’s Day Carnage
THIS group gave a collective shudder when my online meandering enabled me to discover what Mattel has in store for February…
The evil Jane is coming…
Button Sunday
This button was found on the ground and given to me. Though familiar as an infomercial catch phrase, I think it describes the way a Southerner tells a story.