Some fing is definitely up round here on a counta my the Mom is hustlin round the kitchen mixin this and rubbin that, pullin pans outta the cabinets and missed-elaneous whatnot.
Please know that I mean this wif all due respect[?]... but my the Mom is NOT a cook!!! So as I watch all the commotion wif her bakin this and cookin that, I just feel like
God knows she needs my help!!!
Fact that I smell bacon bacon Bacon BACON means that she needs REAL help. And as hard as I've tried to dance between the Mom and the cooktop... she has requested even harder that I move!
Fine. Here I am in the hall. I am still a matter of two feet from the kitchen. And the first morsel or bit I hear drop to the floor... I'm there!My the Cousin John just came by to rub my sweet head [and ok, the Bleu's teu] and visit for a while. He brought in a duffle bag, and left it in that other room wif a bed. I guess he's comin back on a counta the Mom gave him a key!
This MUST be a piece to the Surprise puzzle!!! Either the Mom is preparin the Fanksgivin foods for her favorite [two legged] nephew, or... like some times in the past, my Cousin John is takin a break from the apartment livin and stretchin out at our house! Odd fing is, and I don't know why... but we usually leave so he can stretch out into the whole house! What is up wif that???! I guess we just wait and see what tomorrow brings...
Until then, you can find me somewhere between the peanut butter cookie (from scratch) aroma and cooked bacon smell in the kitchen! There are other olfactory delights, but they are not nearly so seductive!
Happy Day Before The Day Before Fanksgivin! I am makin my Fankful list... and when I reflect on it, I realize I am one Lucky Luke... And my Friends are at the top of my list!!!
My the Mom finks she is even luckier, on a counta she has the me and also the Bleu... AND all of Our Wonderful and Supportive Friends! She say she feel blessed. For sure.