Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A knock at the door (actually, the doorbell rang)

This morning, my doorbell rang.  Still in my pj's, I was greeted by Roscoe of the Bowling Green Hot Rods.  In hand were flowers and tickets to the Hot Rods season opener, a gift from my boys.  After Roscoe left, I remembered my camera.  Stink!

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