Heh heh. Happy Birthday to the Schnoz.
What a nose! How old would he have been Robyn? I can hear him saying that Ha-cha-chaaaaaaa now! And how's your Saturday shaping up? Anything good cookin? Why am I longing for that warm, cinnamon-apple smell that wafts from kitchens across the globe...probably cuz it's not wafting from MINE! LOL! ;)Better light a candle...that'll do!
Ame, the Schnoz was born 1893--numbers give me agita, so I'll to count that out on my fingers. 114? Something like that.No cooking today--unless you count a ham and cheese wrap on a sun-dried tomato tortilla with lettuce and mayo cooking. Sorry, if my kitchen smells like anything, it's coffee.
Ink-a-dink-a doo! I actually burned that on a CD for my Dad's Christmas present last year. That and Maurice Chevaliers, Thank Heaven for Little Girls.
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