And I especially love a Sunday if it's the day after Julie and JK's wedding. Because then we've got ourselves an epic Sunday.
It started thusly:
That's the kind of bruncheon it was.....
Well, then we embarked upon a good old-fashioned Asheville bicycle pub crawl.......
And all the boys who have all the Westys? Oh I think you know . . .
So, okay, Dad would have wanted to have gone home before any of the rest of us would have, but that's not important right now.
What is important is the day. And the peeps. And us.
All of us.