I have a friend who is crocheting a white elephant for her choir's white elephant exchange.
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I have a friend who is crocheting a white elephant for her choir's white elephant exchange.
I love this.
That's fantastic.
I have a friend who is crocheting a white elephant for her choir's white elephant exchange.
This is fabulous. (And just gave me an idea for a white elephant party I might be going to this weekend...)
And Steph, I did receive the makeup. See earlier message - oh, wait, I distracted you with peanut butter. That's my fault. Sorry. And yes, that's the recipe I was looking for. Thanks again!
Oh my god, you did say you got it. It was on its own line and everything. t facepalm I'll go with the excuse that I was distracted by peanut butter. Because I usually am.
Called it!
So far so good on the makeup. Initial testing shows it to be a good color match (as we thought). Now for the hard part - to see how it stands up to the oilpit that is my skin.
Called it!
Now I keep thinking about making those cookies. (Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.)
Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.
Those words don't make sense in that order.
No, I hear you. I'm wondering how many will still be available by Wednesday night if I have to make them Tuesday. That's an awful lot of temptation.
Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.
Those words don't make sense in that order.
Sure they do, when you consider that the dog and I love peanut butter equally, so it goes fast around here. (Although I've discovered that the dog loves coconut oil more than peanut butter. We've started giving him a spoonful with his dinner, and he practically does the Snoopy dance when he sees me get the coconut oil jar out of the pantry.)
Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.
Those words don't make sense in that order.
Sure they do, when you consider that the dog and I love peanut butter equally, so it goes fast around here.
It was the "fortunately" that made the sense be...not.
Otherwise, I get ya, thankfully not in an empathetic way because the grocery store included the 40oz jar of Jif on their $5 Friday promotion last week.