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Just the way I like it

Yesterday, I was greeted with breakfast in bed courtesy of Bob and Aunnie. (Drew slept even later than I did, probably still recovering from camp.) Then, it was a relaxing morning in bed, reading, surfing and the like.

Aunnie gave me a beautiful pin she made at school using polymer clay and recycled elements like a playing card and scraps of ribbon. Very cool. I'll have to get a picture of it. She added to this gift a giant bag of Smarties.

Drew, in attempt to keep up with his sister, gave me a giant bag of peanut M&Ms, along with a card. He also spent some time just hangin' out with me.

Bob gave me a card too and then the trio set up our indoor picnic (allergies still very bad!) for lunch on the dining room table. We had delicious sandwiches, stinky cheeses, assorted crackers, a light pinot noir selected by Drew's of-age alter ego (the kids had milk or oj), smoked salmon and pastrami. Delish!

Then, as the resident mother, I went back to doing nothing for the remainder of the day. Love that!

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