Naughty Friday

Oops. I forgot to take a picture. This is what was left from our Naughty Friday decadence.

In case you haven't figured it out by now, we are not a religious family. So we... well... tend to taunt on holy days. What can I say? We're pirates. On Good Friday, which I understand is commonly a day of fasting and flagellation, we feasted on gigantic steaks, bacon-wrapped grilled potatoes, and dressed cucumbers, with full glasses of wine. That's the kind of people we are.

I did manage to flagellate myself a little bit, while walking through part of the neighbor's yard... they have stickers (prickers, whatever you call them) and I got an entire foot-full. Whee. I'll have more wine and forget about it.