Today my Mother's Day present arrived from my youngest. It is an 8" Analon Advanced French Skillet. It is rather heavy. Really solid. Now if only I could get those farm fresh eggs he keeps promising me. He emailed me that today he might be able to stop by and drop off the eggs. But I am not holding my breath. Blue is not my favorite color today. I just may have to rent a rooster and hen to start my own flock and wait for them to lay those eggs. Those eggs may just become the running family joke.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"