If you take a large Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, sprinkle peanuts mixed in chocolate over the top and let it cool, you have a great cookie. It is called the cluster-puck.
Daughter-in-law, Shelby Jr. had back surgery placing a “cage” to support multiple vertebrae in the lower spine. Anything dealing with the spine is serious. Prognosis? Very good. Here is wishing a speedy recovery.
Grandson Mitchell turns 18 tomorrow. 18 has always been a magic age because you supposedly reach adult status. Happy Birthday Mitchell.
I watched the struggling Green Bay Packers against Detroit last night on the NFL Thursday night game of the week. As games go, it was an ugly showing by the Pack. The offense is dealing with injuries and apparently the receiving core has dementia. Having said that, somehow, someway the Packers clawed back from a 20-0 deficit and had a chance to win with no time left on the game clock. It is called a Hail Mary pass. The quarterback throws the ball (in this case over 60 yards) into the end zone and “pray” your own receiver catches the ball. Mr. Aaron Rogers threw the ball intending to hit No. 17, Davante Adams in the end zone. Adams was “covered” but Mr. Richard Rogers slid into the right place at the right time. Whoa-lah. Touchdown. Just the way you draw it up. As Harry Cary, announcer from the Chicago Cubs would say “Packers win, Packers win, Packers win. Holy Cow!’ The improbable win makes everything right for the next week. The offense still stinks. The receiving core needs help. There is a need for a healthy offensive line but right now we are celebrating. Rodgers to Rodgers. It must have been divine intervention.
Christmas cards already?
Love,
Dad