Sunday, Sunday, so good to me.

I love Sundays.

Church. lunch. kids.

Today the gang showed up.

I am blessed to have 

a helpful group.

We raked and burned,

trimmed and burned,

raked more,

 burned more. 

The place is looking better.

There is more to do. 

Everyone is coming next weekend

to help and have a wiener roast.

The girls are having their

Ethel Edith show here in later April, 

so Dad shamed them into helping.

He is awesome like that!

It would have taken me 

so much longer.

Every year I have a list 

longer than my arm.

Maggie busted out some "hot" maternity wear

just for the occasion.

We were all jealous.

The littles played and played.

Aubrie hunted birds,

climbed trees and dug worms.

Caroline had a blast. 

They took a gator ride.

Everett showed up late for the party.

I didn't get pictures of him, or Zac, 

or Stu, or me.

Wanna book me for a wedding?

It would be epic,

unless you actually

wanted pictures of the event.

The girls worked on some furniture

while the guys put up railing

on  my porch.

I held Ollie and wrangled the small people.

 They went home happy and filthy.

Funny story of the day:

While we were tearing out 

an old fence,

we encountered a clematis

that I wanted ripped out.

Stu called it a clematic.

The kids were razzing him

until I told my story.

My mom mixes up words- a.lot.

Her real name is Ethel Edith,

but everyone calls her Toots.

So we call these crazy words...

Tootisms.

It is funny - and  hereditary

I am beginning to realize.

Remember my roll call?

Anyhoo,

I told about the time

I called my mom

and inquired "whatcha been doin?"

She said 

"Oh I have been in the yard planting clitoris."

Er, ok. I think you mean clematis.

So you see I'll take 

the term clematic any day.

Hope you had a great day too.

Laters.