Frida thinks I am weeping like a startled toddler because she stole and ate the last piece of my delicious custard desert I made for Thanksgiving (I was absolutely looking forward to indulging) and probably a half pack of butter, while I was out putting the Christmas lights on the front porch for the 83 year old neighbors across the yard who no longer climb ladders.

Should have known better not leave food just sitting out on the counter. I had been warned about her very good motivated nature. At least Marti the neighbor was very happy to keep her annual tradition of getting the lights up right after turkey day. She was elated.