Unless MotH makes a huge ruckus looking for where I’ve hidden the cookies, I rarely get up before 7am. Well, this morning it was different, because when he announced that it was snowing, the wheels started turning in my head.
Oh gosh! That’s the signal to get moving on baking cookies!
Funny thing is that last night MotH mentioned something one of his colleagues told him just the day before. “At one time your wife used to make cookies…” I guess I should take that as a hint.