Remember our neighbor with the bee swarm on his front porch?  He stopped by again last night.  I didn’t answer the door, MFH (My Favorite Husband) did.

It was funny, really.  I’m thinking it was 8:30(ish) last night.  It was dark and I had my PJ’s on.  Those PJ’s are fine for just MFH and myself but NOT for anybody else.  We were sitting in our back room watching a dumb movie on Netflix (I, Frankenstein~It was really, really dumb) when the doorbell rang.

MFH said, “Who is that!?!”

I said, “Well, we won’t know unless you answer the door.  I am not answering the door dressed like this.”

MFH nodded that yes, I was right and that he should be the one to answer the door.  He got up and walked to the other end of the house while I made myself scarce.

It was our neighbor!  The one that had the bee swarm!  I thought, “Uh-oh!”

All was well.  He had brought us a thank you gift for getting rid of all the bees.  It was a cake!  A very. large. cake.

It looked wonderful.

MFH was all for that!  Yum!!!

We sampled a little bit last night before we went to bed.  Tasty stuff!!!