It is all eggs all of the time here at the farmette. It is the sweetest gift at the end of each afternoon.
Advice this week from my 2nd grade student: Do Not ever try to hunt Easter Eggs in a barley field.
Our local small town McDonalds is under new management. This is a good thing, but the new guys told the morning coffee group that they couldn't keep their personal, flavored creamers in the fridge anymore. I don't think this kind of big city idea is going to fly around these parts.
My Family Tree DNA results are slowly becoming available, bit by interesting bit. Looking forward to sharing these soon.
How about a little 80's jam to start your weekend?