Quite a fiasco these holidays are becoming. Annette's parents were here, my mom and dad were here, and Jeff and I potentially could have been in DC. We wound up having a stolen ham, and a turkey breast at Wendell's house, only after Peter hunted for eggs that the Easter Bunny had left on the grass. It was a long day.
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I would like to hear more about the stolen ham?????????????
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