Bradford Eats Two Muffins and a Crab

For breakfast.  And grossed out my uncle and aunt, who, however much they love crab, do not eat it cold for breakfast.  But it was just so Bradford. 

Our trip to Mississippi was absolutely wonderful, and I shall not bore you with pictures, for there were none taken by me, nor shall I bore you with stories, because although I went with all my children, I was with them an amazingly small percentage of the time. 

But now I’m back, and I’m trying to get everything unpacked and put away, beginning my summer deep cleaning, and gearing up for making the marinades for my summer meals.  Right now, my room looks a bit like the sorting room at a Thrift Store might look after a strong wind blows the clothes all over the place, so I need to stop writing and start living.

Tata.