Kids. Why do they (mine, anyway) crack up when I say in mock horror "What are you taking pictures of my big fat butt for?"

Everett thinks he's being a real clown when he gets out the digital camera and snaps photos of my behind when I'm working in the kitchen. And if I act a little shocked, he is really thrilled then.

Well, it's 8:52 a.m. and I have a funeral to attend at 10:00 for the father of a family of girls who grew up on a farm outside my home town. I haven't seen any of the daughters for many years but want to be there anyway. So it is time to go gussy up.

xoxo
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