But it could be. Now that Mom no longer cooks her Christmas confections, I have been on a quest to find acceptably tasty holiday goodies. Bow Tie o’ the Day and I made a winterland-worthy discovery today: Reese’s Peanut Brittle peanut butter cups. If you like peanut butter, I promise that you will want to snag some of these before they’re gone from the Christmas candy shelves. Now, I have to quickly end this post and go finish eating the whole bag. But I wanted you to know about my new, sinful find.
I really did intend to write a post yesterday. I threw on a polka dot Bow Tie o’ the Day and drove Suzanne to her office because her foot is still under the weather from her surgery. It’s healing well, but it is literally a big pain in her hoof. After I got her settled in her office, I headed home to write something for TIE O’ THE DAY. Somehow, I found myself pulling into a car dealership to test-drive a new truck. And then I fell into material love with the vee-hicle I drove—a 2022 Ford Maverick. I was indeed sidetracked all day with the entire process. I haven’t decided for sure if I’m going to buy the pretty thing, but I’m leaning towards it. My 23-year-old jalopy truck cannot last forever, although I mostly wish it would—if only for its passenger window which still has my long-departed Araby’s doggie snot-and-slobber smudges all across the in-side of it. When the two of us were in our Millard County environment, Araby was a happy, barking fixture in the bed of my truck. When we were in our bigly city world, Araby was my eager shotgun-rider. She’s been in mutt heaven for over 8 years now, and I will never wash her beloved smudges off “her” truck window. The smeared mess is worth more than the truck itself, at least to me.
