A certain crazy husband thought it was a good idea to go on a bike ride in March. It was the coldest ride I've ever been on. How did I let him talk me into it? Never again.
We had a fun little St. Patty's dinner with the missionaries a day early. As fun as the jello looks, it wasn't very solid and sorta crumbled with the first bite. Oh well, it's the thought that counts.
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