Snow and cold. Yeah.
So what. It passes.
Oh yeah, it’s Easter Sunday. I’ve already eaten too many chocolate eggs — thanks for that, Gord!
We’ve just sat for several hours at the kitchen table visiting with my ex, who always arrives bearing treats of some kind, and soon we’re off to Scott’s sister’s for a big family gathering complete with delicious eats.
My sister Karen put on a huge spread yesterday. I’m fed right to the top, and our fridge is still full of leftovers from the Wednesday supper over at SouthForks.
There was mail to drop off for Everett so I stopped in at his work one day this week. He was busy so I could only admire him from afar:
Gotta go … someone appears to be starving!