Monday, April 4, 2011

Twenty one.

On Sunday,  the Messers. P enjoyed some time out in the sunshine before the matinee.

"Isn't the beach nice this time of year?  Wait...."

"Tiptoe through the pansies with me! ...or is that tiptoe WITH the pansies?"

Mom and dad came to see the show, along with their good friend, The Other Judy.  Dad treated us all to a yummy dinner at Harper's after the show.

"What in blazes are we doing down here?  Honestly, Mr. P - do I look like a clutch to you?  Oh, don't answer that.  And stop giving me that look."

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