I hauled Timmy off to a boutique a couple of weekends ago. The word "boutique" means: buying lots of girly stuff. So you would think that Timmy and I would walk out of the "boutique" with lots of fun crafts and treats for Stacy.
Stacy walked out with a Scentsy bar. Timmy, on the other hand, struck gold and spoiled the true loves of his life.
I give you exhibit A:
Doggie Sweaters. Timmy bought doggie sweaters. Sweaters. For the dogs. From the boutique. Not fair.
Moose is now sporting the finest of this seasons selection of knitted hoodies.
And Pancho will stay warm in this lovely high necked houndstooth sweater in vibrant red and white which off sets his black and white nicely dontcha think?
Just before Halloween, Tim and Carol busted open the hives, pulled out the frames and extracted the honey. I missed the part where they actually pulled out the frames (cuz you know there would have been photos!)
Once the frames were out, Tim had to slice off the "caps" (whatever that means) with a hot knife.
The un-capped frames were then dropped into the spinning do-kicky machine
which was heated by 85,000 watts of flame throwing heat and spun by Alan until the warmed honey was flung right off of their frames .
Once the honey was spun clean off the frames, it was drained from the kettle and through a filter (in order to get all the dead bee body parts out).
In the end we got nearly four gallons of honey. What a beautiful sight!