Well, we're not all cousins . . . only three of the group qualify as that. But we're all family.
Part of hubby's side of the family is here visiting. This morning we all met at one of our favorite "special" places for a fantastic Sunday Brunch.
From left to right: B and K. K is hubby's brother's daughter. Their 5 year old daughter is in front. The blond next is hubby's sister's daughter, C. Then comes Chicken Mama, me and hubby. (I'm the one looking like a barrel in the white blouse that could double as a hatchin' jacket for a person 8 months pregnant. I am tossing that blouse immediately. But wait . . . it does make me look as if I actually have a bustline. Should I reconsider??) So K, C and Chicken Mama are the three cousins. B and I married into the clan.
After brunch, hubby and I headed home while Chicken Mama and the rest of the group went in the opposite direction to her little homestead for an afternoon of canoeing and fishing on the river. They've promised to bring fresh fish here for dinner tonight so I made some food to go with the fish.
If no fish arrives with the fishermen, we'll eat a lot of tossed salad, deviled eggs and buttered beets from the garden. No, if that should actually happen . . . that they return with sunburned noses but no fishes . . . someone will make an emergency run into the fish market in town for fish, and we won't go hungry. Or fishless.
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