On most mornings, you can find Jim laying in his cat tree and watching the backyard channel on the yard television.

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On most mornings, you can find Jim laying in his cat tree and watching the backyard channel on the yard television.

I needed some me time, so I soaped. It started with the Midnight Bourbon and Vanilla Bean on Thursday evening and then morphed into 24 more bars over the course of the weekend. From left to right is Java Dream, Sea and Stone, By the Fireside, The Perfect Man, Midnight Tulip, and Stress Relief.

My favorite to make was Java Dream. It was my first experiment with adding coffee beans to the top. Next time, I will embed them a bit more, but I think they add a fun aesthetic.

Sometimes, I start making soap, and then, ideas start flowing. It makes it hard to stop!
John won a drawing for a Rowdy Pillow Pet while he was at Camp Redhawk. SEMO Athletics asked him to take a picture and post to social media. This was Take #1.

This is Take #2.

He eventually settled on Take #2 for the social media post, but we both had a good laugh over Take #1!
John and I have spent the last two days volunteering at the Food Bank of Central and Northeast Missouri to finish his service hours for the Citizenship in the Community merit badge. This is his last requirement, and all he needs now is sign off from his merit badge counselor on Monday. Then, he will write his statement of ambition and have his Scoutmaster conference next Wednesday. He is so close to earning the Eagle rank!

I am in the mood to make soap again. Tonight’s experiment is Midnight Bourbon with Vanilla Bean added to the top layer.

I love the final look, and the scent is amazing. I am definitely going to have to buy more Midnight Bourbon fragrance oil.

My home office is legitimate now. I put my nameplate on the door. It seemed dumb to throw it away, so I figured, “Why not hang it up?”

We have a dove nest in one of our front hanging plants, and Jim is obsessed. He has spent so much time the last few days sitting at the front door and intently staring at the hanging plant.
