Once I moved out of my parent's house, I didn't think I'd have to buy fishing lures again for myself. Not because I wouldn't necessarily go fishing, but because I don't generally fish for things that need rubbery, slimy worms to capture.
But yet, these have been sitting on my counter for a week.
My children's school always celebrates Thanksgiving. And they particularly like the first Thanksgiving. Today my son will be a Pilgrim surgeon. I sewed him up a butcher's apron (that type apron - not to imply anything about surgeons) that will be worn over his black pants and white shirt. They will be doing the same long poem the Chick did in that class. This is what I put together for her performance that year.

He debated between pliers (as in for pulling teeth) and this...
Can you say "ewwww"?
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