Without fail, my Dad would say, “and the monkey thinks her girls are pretty too!” And he would fall out laughing.
It was a family joke that never stopped. In actuality, both my parents were braggarts where their children were concerned, so I guess you could say I inherited the trait. All of that to say, I have some serious bragging to do, so read on. After I finish my bragging, I’ll get back to quilts and Christmas.