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Today has been a day of laundry.  This weekend seems neverending.  It has seemed like Sunday for the past 3-4 days, I guess because Ellen is out of school.

Did you realize that Christmas is just about 4 weeks away?  I am still working on my Christmas cards, and need to work on the Christmas presents. 

We will be having another Ladies' Meeting in a week or two.  We are supposed to have a cookie exchange, but they aren't too "down" about cookie exchanges.  They are asking us to bring 18 cookies.  Um, we aren't going to be able to take home much of a variety of cookies at that rate.  Oh, well.  We are also supposed to bring something to eat.  I am going to bring deviled eggs.  (or DOUBLED eggs, as Ellen would say.  She still says it that way, though she has ceased saying "Stinkerbell.")  But not just regular deviled eggs; a different, fancied up recipe; though I WILL skip the margarita deviled eggs; seeing as it's a church function.

(heh heh heh)

Wally called hubby tonight,  I guess he was checking up on those 2 heifers he sold us.  Yes, Wally, one of them had a bull calf here about a week ago.  She's doing well.  The second time we tried to get her into the milk barn she tried to climb the corral panel, thankfully hubby has it welded.  But by the 3 time she came in by herself.  She's giving a 40 lb per day average.  Now that she's starting to eat good hay maybe she will up that number a bit. 

That's all for tonight.

Today I am thankful for heat.  It was 17 degrees when I went out to do chores this AM at 6. 

UGH!

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