Can you call Easter weekend a big ass weekend? I probably just lost any religious readers I ever had.
But it is a big ass weekend. Donna’s sister Robin and her teenaged daughter Morgan are here. Our son Gregory, with our daughter-in-law Beth and grandchildren Taylor and Quentin, arrived late last night. Polly will drive down from Phoenix this afternoon. Our friend Rhoda loaned us her RV, and Gregory and his family are camping out in it. Here they all are at the pool this morning:
Tomorrow I’m smoking two racks of ribs, two chickens, and two salmon filets. Donna’s decorating eggs with the kids. Sunday we’re taking everyone on a hike that’ll end with an Easter egg hunt and backyard barbecue.
Oh, and today we went to Hooter’s for lunch:
Does the lad look happy or what?
I think Baby Jesus would approve of our big ass weekend.