3 of the first 12 days of Christmas...Literally!
Sloan helping me write my blog. Three nights ago Jennifer and I were about to eat dinner. We heard the doorbell ring. Both of us were surprised as we hardly ever get unannounced guests. So I yell to the door hold on, and I finish what I was doing and go to answer it. When I opened the door, no one was there. Doorbell ditch was my first thought until I looked down. On the porch was a small basket with two wrapped pears. The note on the outside of the package said, “On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.” I thought it was cute. I showed it to Jennifer and neither one of us had a clue to who it was from. Jennifer thought one of the neighbors, I thought maybe someone from the new church we are attending. Later that night was trivia. That is my regular thing on Tuesday nights. Not really sure why I enjoy it so much. Perhaps it makes me feel smarter or I am g...