accomplishedMmm, cookies. Tonight or tomorrow I must purchase cookie cutters and stamps, because it's kinda boring to cut sugar cookies and speculatus with just a biscuit cutter.
As a random aside, the folk radio station was playing a bluegrassy-country-type song as I went home. This is fairly normal. The song was in French. This is *not* normal. French with a drawl is hysterical. And it sounded like a native speaker of french (and I couldn't understand a word, except "allons!", since it's been too long since I studied french). Maybe one of those wacky French Canadians, because it was both too American to be French, and too French to be American. Shrug.
