I enquire if there is a purpose to the luncheon. In his booming tone he responds: "Helen, we have absolutely no purpose other than to have a good time"
A cardinal has nested, again this year, at my door, in a ficus tree, and has two extremely fat babies who seem reluctant to leave the nest. The brazen, law breaking father keeps a watchful eye as we enter and exit.
My 'COMMENT' button is working again. Yeah!