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Friday Funnies ~ Holiday Pies!


I bet you're planning your holiday menu. Here's a great baking tip from Grandma when it comes to making a holiday pie. For more funnies, go to Homesteader's Heart. Have a nice, fall weekend everyone!





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  1. I have a pie to bake today. Aren't you glad I do not have dentures :)

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  2. Oh my goodness; this makes me remember the year I forgot to put sugar in the pumpkin pies. Uck!!!

    Hope you're enjoying Arizona's cool & colorful Fall?

    Blessings,
    Kathleen

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  3. LOL...Very imaginative granny though! Have a great weekend sister and God bless and keep you!

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  4. Oh what a hoot! Thanks for smiles.
    How's it going out there in AZ?

    Blessings.

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  5. Ooooohhhhh, nooooo! LOLOLOL!!!! Gotta give Granny credit for ingenuity, anyhow. Reckon I'll get my pie from Publix this year, lol!

    Thanks ever so for a much-needed end-of-a-long-week laugh!
    Have a JESUS-filled day! ^i^

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  6. I'm still laughing at this one :D

    Love you,
    Alleluiabelle

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  7. Oh, me...I hope that's NOT the way my mother makes her pies. We always go to my parents' house for Thanksgiving! lol

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  8. Oh that's just wrong right there. LOL! Thanks for the laugh my friend.
    Have a most excellent super duper weekend.
    Hugs
    Kim

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  9. Oh yuck - how disgusting! I LOVED it!!

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  10. That is so funny!!! You always make me laugh.
    Blessings,
    Bren

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  11. Go Granny go! Ha, I saw that coming. Enjoyed.

    e-Mom @ Chrysalis

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  12. Oh I love this!!!!!! As I read the last line I had a visual that sent me over the edge laughing.

    You are such a precious sister in Christ. I bet you bring SMILES every where the LORD takes you.

    Love ya

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