"Dear Pioneer Woman,
Shrimp is expensive. Just thought you'd want to know.
PS Your photos are beautiful but maybe three of them showing us the pepper is two too many."
Gilmore Girl has a recipe for shrimp that IS yummy and maybe even three fun's and I will put it in my recipe book as soon as I tear PW's recipe in tiny bits.
Yes, a great day, once all the pain and fear were over and I held that beautiful baby in my arms. She has been a joy ever since.
Well, ALMOST ever since. Teenagers, being what they are, but we're not going to think about that today, are we. (Twitch, twitch.) But then again, maybe we will, for just a minute, as The Mighty Hunter found that Gilmore Girl had scratched her name into the Clerk--when she was a teenager.
The Clerk is my favorite piece of furniture and, until tonight, I thought it had escaped the markings of children with a sharp instruments. Practically everyone in the family has scratched their name in the piano. Do you KNOW how much it costs to refinish a piano? Don't even ask.
"So," she said, after the name was revealed for one and all, "I guess that means I get the Clerk after you die. After all, my name is on it."
Over my dead body. Oh, wait. It will be over my dead body.
Happy Birthday! I love you anyway. And always will. And so does Dad.
PS Here's a photo of how I decorate the clerk--that you aren't getting--over my dead body--for spring.