This bread board was my Moms.
It came with a hand carved bread knife as well.
I decided to fix it where the dog had chewed the handle.
It is looking better but still more work to get it right.
Sand, sand, sand.
So in the meantime it sits on the counter out of reach.
Well the day before yesterday, I went to the kitchen to wash my hands and I glanced over at the knife.
There was wet finger prints on it as though someone had picked it up.
No one else was in the room.
I never touched it.
Before I could get my husband to come and see it, they were gone.
Spirits come and go around here, but that was a direct message I believe.
Just trying to figure out what that message was.
Enjoy your Friday!
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