I’ve finally figured out that I’m not special when it comes to how fast I heal as opposed to the rest of the people on this planet. Worried insofar as how I’m going to navigate this freaking foot and boot when I NEED to, when I was invited by the pesky neighbors to their place for lunch I accepted.
Right as I was leaving, my phone rang. My good friend, Dennis, asked if I was going to be home for a few, (pretty goofy question other than for the first time in forever I WAS leaving), and said he had something to drop off. Curious, I asked him what that item might be.
Now if you know Dennis, you also know his Mom, Verla, is a beautiful person inside and out — and you also know of her reputation for baked goodies. My first thought was something pertaining to how it didn’t matter if these cookies were ugly — I WANTED ‘EM!
Verla…you totally rock!! You are truly one of my very favorite people. And for the record, none of your cookies are ugly.