March 29 2009

We went to church this morning. You picked Golden Corral to eat for lunch. I agreed only because I am picking next week. And it won't involve anywhere where I have to use the same handle as every other person to dip my food that they have most likely coughed or breathed over. I admit the food is usually good, if I can put blinders on. Daddy painted his office all day and we hung around the house. You girls, danced and then played outside.