Well, here I am in beautiful, sunny Rochester, New York. Well, as sunny as it ever seems to get here, which is mostly cloudy. At least it's not snowing.
My sis, Chris, and I flew out of Logan this morning without a hitch. We started giggling in the car on the way to the airport and never really stopped for long until we landed. Along the way, we joked inappropriately about airport security, endured aural and olfactory distress due to the snoring, smelly man sitting directly behind us on the plane, and had to wait for Mom to pick us up for a half-hour at the Rochester airport.
We couldn't figure out what was taking Mom so long. The woman is never late. Then we realized we were waiting at departures, not arrivals. You'd have thought that all the people getting dropped off for their flights would have clued us in. It just proves that two brains are not necessarily better than one.
Dad drove up from Wellsville, packing 7 dozen cookies, a dozen (day-old) donuts, half a loaf of banana bread, an entire panful of frosted brownies, two loaves of salt-rising bread and one king-size loaf of white bread. He said he baked for 6 hours on Wednesday. I haven't sampled everything yet but I'm working on it.
In other news, the Milton Times published my feature about South Shore Habitat for Humanity in yesterday's issue.
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Cruel. Just plain cruel. To post about all those delicious baked goodies during Passover. Save some brownies for me...
;) -- jonesing for anything leavened
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