Better than ANY Bit of Fishing Paraphernalia

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Last evening after a full and busy day, I finally sat on the couch for a moment. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a UPS truck pulling up in front of our house.

I'll confess, my FIRST thought was, "What 'toy' has Fisherhubby ordered now?"

Then I noticed the "Cheryl's" stamped proudly across the box and my thoughts changed to: "what delectable treat has Robin sent us now?"

Because, you see, at Easter MIL Robin, who is a GENIUS at giving just the right something-something, sent us a box of Cheryl's iced, cut out Easter cookies. They were soooooooo very delicious that I REMEMBER them and their maker, the wonderful Cheryl.

When at last I held that box in my excited hands, I noted that the shipping label was made out just to ME. Oh the joy - - - Cheryl's cookies just for MOI!!!


I chuckled right out loud when I read this packing slip.

Then I tore into that box and here's what I found:


A tin football bank stuffed to the gills with - - -



all sizes, shapes, and sorts of Cheryl's cookie goodness.


Even those of you who don't "get" my football madness must admit this iced football is cute as the dickens, no?

Oh, but you should TASTE it.

Try licking your computer screen. ;-)


And these are going to be called Bucky-eyes 'round this here place.

Now, are you ready for this???

Look at the INSIDE of the football tin:


A stadium filled to capacity with cheering game day fans!!! Show me to the tail gating section, please!!!

And when you look up? There's the game day blimp in a sky of blue.


Later today when I descend into my FBC (Football Cave) I shall take my tin of treats with me, but for right now they are front and center on my coffee table where I can enjoy them.

And if Fisherhubby is a very good boy, MAYBE I'll share a couple with him.

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