We didn’t do much this day until our cars were dug out. My sister Laura (AKA..friend and free therapist) lives close by in a neighboring town. Our family growing up had a Valentine’s Day tradition for dinner. We ate spaghetti with different, unusual utensils. I’ve never done this with my family…but leave it to Aunt Laura, who is fun, fun, fun, she hosted dinner. My kids loved it. After the excitement wears off and the real hunger sets in, forks get passed around. See Uncle Steve hanging on to the forks?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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hey stinker...you didn't tell me about your blog. But I have great detective skills! ;) Anyway...so what happened to the hands tied behind the back and licking your milk up from a jar lid...or was that "the three little kids" generation?
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