HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Aunt Lillian Musclebound Fruitbat!!! Girlfriend, you may not agree but you look damn good. In my mind, you'll always be, in some way, the college undergraduate who visited us at Fort Lee in the 1960s. You were (and are) the coolest thing on four wheels (I still remember your VW bug and Sunny). :-)
That's Aunt Lilly's baby picture and she's the blonde in the picture from yesterday's blog.
Low and slow this morning, getting ready to go over to storage. Gotta do some grunting, masculine lifting. Maybe later I'll head over to the gym later for a long soak in the spa. And a crappy movie. Love crappy movies.
Another prescription when you're down: big, honking stacks of pancakes. Maybe they're not the healthiest thing in the world, but the world looks a lot brighter after some fried flour, the sap from a thousand trees, and a gallon of solidified, churned cowmilk melting all over the place. Did that last night for dinner. Yum.
Time to get rolling.
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