Not your average cupake, lol
Cause we all know I *don’t* bake. But this afternoon the kids and I cooked up some freaky looking crayons from our old broken ones. The best bit, peeling off the paper kept them occupied for yonks, and grouping colours was fun fun fun…
I’ve finally updated/refreshed/revivied and gone live with a new ChookMook website. I think I may have developed a hump in my back from hunching over my laptop while I hankered down and coded a new website running zencart. I love wordpress, but I just needed some inventory management and discount coupon codes, and blah blah blah. Go and have a wee nosey. Now I just need to create, create, create …. more, more, more.
And for those not on facebook here’s a wee sneak peek at my 10th wedding anniversay pressie…
Oh, forgot to mention. Had the dog castrated on Friday. I feel like the biggest.meanie.ever. He still seems shell-shocked. I on the other hand have the major guilts, being the one who dropped him off and picked him up from the vets.
Our silly noodle of a labradoodle
Instead of neutering our dog Jack Black, we’ve decided to put him into stud to pay for his vet bills. After nearly a week of not eating, he had surgery last weekend to extract a pair of knickers and a sock from his nether-regions. Got his stitches removed today, and the grand total has come to $1259.40 {excuse me for a minute while I pick myself up off the floor}.
So if anybody wants to breed their labradoodle or spoodle with Jack, and make cute and lovable little itty bitty fluffy labradoodles or labraspoodles, feel free to contact me …. he’s in some pretty bad debt at the moment, and he’s willing to “give it a shot”, lol. He also loves a good snowball fight, and he’s got a non-shedding fleece coat.
So sad …
… this historic building which houses Xanthe’s dance studio for ballet, caught fire over the weekend. It’s 130 years old. Above the main entrance is the year 1879 - now they think it was arson.
PS: We were at a car wash place across the road, bathing our noodly doodly Labradoodle, who stunk (real bad). It was kinda a novelty washing the dog at the car wash (in the dog wash machine of course) … but I wouldn’t recommend it. He still stunk after. It was such an offense to our nostrils, that when we came home Aaron bathed him again, lol.






