Well, THAT’s over.

Last four weeks we’ve been preparing for the daughter’s First Communion; we worked our butts off getting ready for it all.

She looked like a doll, as Broad will attest; she also worked very hard at her catechism and did well. We put out a spread of chow and booze that seemed at least to satisfy all, the daughter’s choice as to the menu, as it was her special day. So we had corned beef, kraut and cheese and thousand island to make reubens; beans, salads, bacon wrapped shrimp, several different types of side dishes, cake, ice cream, chocolate dipped strawberries, devilled eggs.

We went fed and grazed and drank and messed about until the late hours. Just today, I polished off the last of the corned beef.

So tonight, the daughter yells “Mom! Daddy’s stepping on ducks in the library!! Stinky ducks”

We’re dropping corned beef farts all over the house, and frankly, we’re happy it’s gotten warmer, this would be no time to be stuck in a closed house.

Nice to see the backside of that- and nice that it went well. Thanks to all those who helped prepare, and thanks to all of those who helped us celebrate.