Interruption

It is with much regret that I must interrupt the story of Freddie and I to bring you....well, Thanksgiving.

I swore to myself I was going to do the two (or possibly three)-part series on Freddie for my next few entries and sooner rather than later. But, as so often happens, life has conspired against me. Since I'm hosting Thanksgiving this year, I must tend to my hostess duties lest my guests go away hungry and disappointed.

Short Conversation with Satan:

(Me snapping a picture of the new mixer as Satan prepares to make pumpkin bread)

SATAN
You aren't going to post that and call it "Satan's Mixer" are you?

Well...

Satan's mixer is pretty, no?