Happy Monday everyone! Only two more days until we get to inflict a food induced coma upon ourselves!
I got on a kick yesterday afternoon and cut out a bunch of squares from old sweatshirts for my almost 10 year old quilt project, made supper, by the way if anybody wants a kick butt Shepard's Pie recipe, 'The Chicken Chick' had one in her regular news letter this week:
http://www.the-chicken-chick.com/2017/11/shepherds-pie-recipe.html
I make Shepard's Pie pretty regularly but mine takes a lot more work than this one does. DH isn't really big on 'new' recipes but he really liked this, went back for seconds, and told me he wouldn't fuss at all if I made this casserole on a regular basis.
Then I worked on my sofa protector project in the evening and watched a few movies as we had a free HBO Cinamax weekend going.
I think the robodeer is funny. When we moved in here we had an incident where a pick up truck stopped on the bridge at the foot of our hill and was shining a spotlight down into the creek bed. We laid in bed and watched them until they started shining the spotlight on our timber and front yard. When they shined the light in our bedroom window, DH announced, that's enough, got up, grabbed his hunting rifle and went outside to the front yard. He stood just holding the rifle in his arms, the business end pointed at the ground and sure enough, it only took about 30 seconds before the poachers hit him with the flood light. It was hysterical. That flood light clicked off immediately, the truck engine revved and they were out of there never to be seen again. Word must have gotten around that the property wasn't occupied by Amish any longer because they never came back. DH came back in, announced that we could go to sleep in peace now and that was the end of it.
Neither of us can tolerate poachers.