I do not remember the colors of polish. (My daughter does NOT have Fred Flintstone feet. She just didn’t want to put her foot down on the dirty pavement.)
I went out to get the oil changed in my car the other day and when I got back, Mr. Aitch told me that he or rather the house was being attacked by a very persistent robin.
First, the robin would knock on the front door. Then go to the door to the deck and do the “shave-and-a-hair-cut two-bits” rapping. It was driving Mr. Aitch crazy!
I witnessed the knocking on the front door soon after I got home so I investigated the door.
The #@*% bird had done his business all over my hanging basket/door decor. I immediately took it down along with the hook that held it thinking that would keep the bird from attacking the door window.
Not a chance.
Then I sent an explanation that we were also enjoying a wine, cheese, ham and cracker lunch…
So far it’s working. And no bird droppings on the king of the jungle guarding our front door.
The grandkids helped decorate the table with these cute cut-outs from Growing Play.
I hope your Thanksgiving Day is full of blessings and love.