Behind the Easter ham that had developed a funk,
behind the crust of rye bread required for a St Paddy's day meal,
behind a small chocolate heart from Valentine's day,
I found a beer, well actually 3, left from New Years Eve.
I discarded the ham and rye.
I ate the chocolate.
I drank the beer.
I love the holidays.
observations of life by a single mother on the edge of sanity
1 comment:
I LOVE the post about the beer! I hear ya'!
But mostly what I love about the holidays is chocolate.
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