Jenn and Lisa went crazy in the kitchen making her grandmother's fried chicken recipe, along with mini apple pies, with crisp Granny Smith apples. It was way too much chicken, so plenty went into the freezer. This is something that is so messy that it isn't going to be made more than once a year!
Last Christmas we got the cats this squishy foam multi colored box, which they promptly ignored in the surplus of wrapping papers, shiny baubles, and tinsel. Come a more Spartan summer, they have started squabbling over possession of the Fortress of Solitude. Right now the fatter cat has possession, guarding the entrance from his covetous littermate.
All Jenn and Lisa's picnic fixin's were for naught as torrential rains forced us to leave the Grafton Symphony and Fireworks festival and retreat back to the deck. So we put the basket on the table and pretended we had pesky ants and rocks under the blanket.
On the 4th of July, we went into the village to see the old war graves. I rode my bike down there while Lena hitched a ride with the girls in the car. There are plenty of Revolutionary war fighters interred there, their resting places marked by flags from the DAR.
Here we are on the village green, with the cemetary behind us and our loyal yet inattentive basset in front of us. She was pretty sick when the photo was taken so was even more subdued than her typical lethargic self.
Jenn and Lisa went crazy in the kitchen making her grandmother's fried chicken recipe, along with mini apple pies, with crisp Granny Smith apples. It was way too much chicken, so plenty went into the freezer. This is something that is so messy that it isn't going to be made more than once a year!
Last Christmas we got the cats this squishy foam multi colored box, which they promptly ignored in the surplus of wrapping papers, shiny baubles, and tinsel. Come a more Spartan summer, they have started squabbling over possession of the Fortress of Solitude. Right now the fatter cat has possession, guarding the entrance from his covetous littermate.
All Jenn and Lisa's picnic fixin's were for naught as torrential rains forced us to leave the Grafton Symphony and Fireworks festival and retreat back to the deck. So we put the basket on the table and pretended we had pesky ants and rocks under the blanket.
On the 4th of July, we went into the village to see the old war graves. I rode my bike down there while Lena hitched a ride with the girls in the car. There are plenty of Revolutionary war fighters interred there, their resting places marked by flags from the DAR.
Here we are on the village green, with the cemetary behind us and our loyal yet inattentive basset in front of us. She was pretty sick when the photo was taken so was even more subdued than her typical lethargic self. 
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