This is a wonderful holiday display at the nearby Williams-Sonoma store, a perennial favorite of mine for kitchen and cooking gifts for the most-deserving Mrs. Tampa DP. I was strolling and window shopping when this gigantic cookie appeared; it must be about 6-feet across, which we all know is silly and impossible. (But it sure did catch my eye.!) If I could find Oreos this size I'd stock up and retire to a secluded island and live out my life feasting on overstuffed sandwich cookies filled with delicious white mush. (Oreo cookies are a personal weakness.)
If you look closely you can make out the reflections of streetlights and windows of the retailer Restoration Hardware in the lower portion of the cookie.
Ho, ho, an oreo,
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For Santa.
But if he ate
The whole darn thing
He'd get no further
Than Atlanta.
I know, that's pretty sad, but I'm tired from packing and getting ready to move ... to Stone Creek!
What are those in the bottom part of the cookie? - look like little mirrors.
Hope your Sunday is filled with fun!
Jacob - There is almost nothing more exhausting then packing and moving. My heart goes out to you guys trying to accomplish it all right at the holidays.
ReplyDeleteWe are in the midst of major (unplanned) home structural repair that is going into its third week. Total upheaval, dirt, dust, temp walls, plaster, etc. etc. Our neighbors are trying to see into the house but flying buttresses similar to a Gothic cathedral are making it hard. I AM flying a friendly snowman banner out front. Ha! I was thinking of asking you and Lois Anne if we could take the spare room at Stone Creek for a week or so...ho, ho, ho.
We actually bought a tree after waiting as long as we thought sensible but are foregoing other decorations for the first time ever. (We can't wait until the construction crew sees a 9-foot tree covered in plastic on Monday at dawn.) Our son arrives from Georgia Tuesday night to spend a week so we have been trying to warn him that "home" is a bit disrupted. Good luck with that. Our grandson is in amazement at what "we" have done. Yep, this is how we love to celebrate.
The only thing worse right now would be what Jacob is doing. Moving!!!! Be sure and mark the boxes real clearly. Right??
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your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,
and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"
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Fantastic! At six feet, you can right into the vanilla mush!
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