Hallelujah!
Lent is over.
Long live habits and sweet traditions.
Not to be outdone by yesterday's loon, a pair of Canadians honked as they passed by.
Easter bunny won't you please
Let us be your Easter geese.
The house smells like eggs and wood smoke. The turkey is still frozen in the refrigerator. Easter dinner will be egg salad sandwiches in front of the fire, after the traditional Easter egg-dying, -hiding and -hunting. Loons, geese, turkey, eggs (Jim says 'boneless chicken'), this is a very bird-heavy paragraph thus far.
On that note, the blog ends here in the habit of cake.
Jim funny...
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