It's 8:00am and my guys are flippin' pancakes and pourin' juice in the woods with twenty other scouts and their dads and brothers. Stan Getz is keeping my ears company and the house is quiet except for the two electricians who are carefully measuring for a ceiling fixture in my son's room.
Life is good.
In three hours the day will explode in a mass of overscheduledness the likes of which would make George Dubya's secretary cry.
And to top it all off. . . . tonight. . . at the party . . . there will be a chocolate fountain, TAH DAHHHHHHHHH which I will enjoy while sipping wine that costs more than I dare want to know because my sister-in-law is so very knowledgeable about her wine and so very lovingly shares her incredible collection with her family. Oh my how could this day get any better.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
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