Yesterday, shopping in Wal-Mart, the yellow-haired child pointed at a bag of pads (yes, those kind of pads) and started singing, "One little, two little, three little bottom straps, four little, five little, six little bottom straps. ..."
Scott...you've been missed in the blogosphere, particularly in this time of spring, when you've always been counted on to give us Michiganders a foretaste of what's to come. What's a-blooming down in your neck of the woods, both figuratively, and literally? I hope you are all well!
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