The way you were sleeping I thought we’d never get anything done.
My dear Mother, apparently 7 am is sleeping in on Thanksgiving
The way you were sleeping I thought we’d never get anything done.
My dear Mother, apparently 7 am is sleeping in on Thanksgiving
Where’s the bread?! All you have is dogs!
Thanksgiving at the McLaughlin’s

Paddycakes, age 84 driving in downtown Washington, D.C.