And with a little help from grandkids Jackson and Emmett, I opened the whole shabang.
A word about Crap Hound 7. As I was looking through the magazine, Amy said: "I hope you don't already have Crap Hound 7." I replied, "Are you kidding? I don't even have 1-6!" And in case you're interested, Crap Hound is filled with black and white clipartsy type images and issue 7 is dedicated to Church and State (and yet so much more) . It's glorious.
Emmett, my three-year old buddy, snapped a few photos of me. Here's one that captured my whole face.
Then the guys (Howard, Scott, and Mike) cooked a beautiful and wondrous breakfast (coordinated by Mike) for the moms. We had a tofu spinach scramble, strawberry French toast, which had soaked overnight, fresh fruit, and soy-sausages (more than half of us are vegetarians!). Yum yum. Here are the cooks pausing for a photo.
And finally, my loving and supportive husband (who puts up with all my shenanigans!).