{FYI: tweenagers don't like their pictures taken in "chin to knee disposable, waterproof aprons"!}
What the Hickory House lacks in charm, it makes up for in flavour. We ordered four slabs of hickory smoked BBQ ribs, donned our plastic bibs, and made good use of our lemon water finger bowls.
Mr Johnson is now in a pork and jet lagged induced coma. We all went to bed a little early at the end of this full week and at the start of daylight savings in our part of the globe.
Being robbed of the hour doesn't seem so tragic when delightful signs of spring are everywhere: the tulips and naked ladies are popping up in the beds around the bungalow, and earlier in the week 贝贝 declared she saw, "a robin redbreast" ... which made our neighbor boys blush ... I think they just call them robins!
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