In some families, 'home' means a certain smell or an elaborate meal, a favorite pet or an old friend.
Yet to me, nothing screams 'home' quite like Orange Fluff and Hidden Pear Salad.
Were fancy like that.
GG spent Friday evening showing Maisie the ropes...
Some traditions just need to be passed down through generations...
Like Orange Fluff. It means 'Home'
In other news, my camera broke Saturday night. No, I didn't do it. Luckily, I was able to capture some great memories before it broke, which I'll be sharing in upcoming posts while my camera's in surgery.
I recently read that "In life there are no problems; only opportunies" ;)
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