Confessing my slothfulness and reporting to OAO Daughter that the chicks survived, she suggested I make pajamas for the chicks and forget about the heat bulb.
"Yeah, I could do that." I could use the flannel fabric I

Maybe there will be a blanket by the time the snow flies. And if I ever sit down to weave in the loose ends of the one I knitted for the little guy, he'll have that one too.
Someone smack that saucy little girl for me. She must take after her dad.
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us:
and establish thou the work of our hands upon us;
yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.
Psalm 90:17
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