Frank's upstairs having his Father's Day nap.
It's hotter than tar outside so the girls are inside building blocks and I'm lounging on the 'puter. Ah - if I only had a laptop I'd be on the sofa. The pressure's off. After 3 long years, the Marine scrapbook is in the hands of the rightful owner. Dad seemed to really like it. Even took it in the hospital to show off. And Frank & Dad were both pleased with the stepping stones. Nice homemade, handmade gifts.
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