Abbey came over this afternoon so we could bake cookies. We baked and baked and baked. Ok, the truth is, Abbey baked and baked and baked and I talked and talked and talked. This might explain why I burned two dozen cookies and Abbey didn't lose one to the fire oven god.
I love Abbey! Having her in my life is like having another daughter. Daughters have turned out to be an addiction for me. I can't seem to have enough of them and I keep picking good ones. Don't get me wrong. I love those boys of mine but they never want to bake cookies, have coffee and talk all afternoon. I suppose if I was willing to learn to find enjoyment in spitting, tooting and shooting things, I would be the boys first pick for hanging out. Yeah ... not gonna happen.
Abbey and Robert
Anyway, the cookies are baked, bagged and in baskets for Wednesday's delivery to the VA hospital. We put two in each bag, one peanut butter and one chocolate chip. I think I might even bake a few batches of oatmeal tomorrow and throw those in the mix. I can hardly wait for Wednesday!
Our daughter Rachel, her husband Joel and their girls were here for dinner tonight. They come over every Monday and I love it. It was so nice to eat, laugh and visit. Then Rae went to give the girls their bath while Joel and Bob played guitar. Bob sang Cowgirl In The Sand to me. It's one of our songs and makes me very mushy towards him everytime. The big ape!
Joel is a paramedic in training and was telling me some VA stories. He was wondering if I was prepared for what I might encounter. Oh, I'm ready. Don't worry about me. The real question is ... are those poor veterans ready for me?
Mr. and Mrs. Crazy