That's good enough for me!
As reported, I am back in Washington state preparing my house for sale. Today, I went through my clothing to donate or throw away everything I can no longer wear or haven't worn in over two years. This is tedious, boring work. My Lady Chatelaine managed to brighten a dreary day by sending a care package.
I know I have bragged (perhaps overmuch) about LC's biscuits to the point where The Wine Commonsewer calls me Biscuit Boy. Well, better than the biscuits are the cookies. In the package were peanut butter cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and the piece d'resistance oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. There is something irresistable about a burnt buttered bottom. What are the chances I'll soon be called Cookie Man or Cookie Monster?
The Captain
