Word of the day: hopefulIt was a lazy day. Hobo smoked ribs, they were perfect. (he's getting this smokin' thing down real good) We ate out on the lanai, with 5 cats and one dog circling like sharks.
Eldest child's birthday fell on Easter Sunday for the first time. We thought she would be born on Easter. She is 38. Happy Birthday my darling Froopsie. (that was short for Fruit Fly...don't burn your brain up over that one)
Since this post is a day late, here's wishing you colored egg salad sandwiches, fresh peeps, and loads of chocolate, in all forms.
"Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won't stay there."
Clarence W. Hall
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