What a fun-filled Mother’s Day.
On Sunday I drove to Norwich to bring one of our chicks home for the summer. Alas, with that trip ends all of my “Good Year” jokes – my only consolation is that he may be living in Dodge dorm again next year so at least I can take up where I left off with the “Get out of Dodge” jokes.
On the way I took a quick detour to Kind Arthur (did you really expect anything else?) one of the happiest places on earth for a mom. Didn’t do too much damage, a bowl, a mug, and a new chicken apron. Continue reading