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Grilling and Naked Strangers

Hubby had to work today, but before he went off to the salt mines he donned his King of the Grill t shirt and grilled us up some burgers. I made a fresh fruit salad and then we feasted. Isn't he cute?




Then I worked on some things around here before taking kids too and from work, and then picking up some Rx's and whisking the two younger girls off to Golden Gardens. It was crowded with all kinds of people and some were not exactly the kind of humans I'd invite home to dinner. One in particular really caught my eye when he/she/it dropped trou and did their business right in front of me. I told the girls to avert their eyes and I drove back out of the park before we saw something worse. Ugh. So much for a nice family park.

I drove up by the boat launch so Ashley could play with her remote control car for a bit. Allison didn't want to get out---she's having kind of a rough time right now and I wish I could make it easier on her because it hurts my heart to see her hurting as much as she is. However, what she's experiencing is a right of passage and all I can do is offer her a shoulder.

So, Ashley had a good time.



And now...I have to get busy writing my talk for church tomorrow.



OH! but first, here are some bluebells in full bloom at the side of the house. The picture doesn't do justice to the color, but since I don't have a camera any more (grrrrrr) this will have to do. Aren't they gorgeous?

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  1. sounds like a beautiful spring day for the family!

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