We got up Sunday and headed back home, everything was closed for the Holiday and we finally found a decent place to eat. Needless to say my sister and I were getting a little tired of kids’ food types but didn’t pick a good day to insist on “real” food (further defined as restaurants where we went inside and had real knives and glasses, ha). Traffic was moderate but not too bad. When we got home the Easter Bunny had in fact visited and it was a big time. We brought Don fine wines and real sourdough bread from San Francisco so he was very happy. I was just happy to get to my big tub. Yes, I know I write about my big tub a lot but it is one of my true luxuries in life to have a hot soak with lots of bubbles, not something in abundance flying through life.

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