The day after my birthday a box from Mississippi was sitting on my porch. It was a thankyou from Jerry (Gwen's brother) for helping out with the funeral dinner for Marianne.
I was overwhelmed by the size of the cake to I made an adventure of sharing it with friends (some I hadn't seen in a while). No phone calls. I made surprise stops as I drove around town. At the first stop, in the first piece cut and eaten was the baby (Jesus). So either Jen and Jason are going to make another baby soon or they are going to provide next years King cake. I took some to Jake's family, I invited Shelly over for a peice, and I had three peices left for Jeff, Randy and me.
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