

there are 7 cousins in my dad's family. (the "lucky 7".) all girls except the youngest, jack.
when there were only 4 of us we used to torture each other endlessly. gram would make us all easter baskets.
i hated peeps and would dry them out for a few weeks til they got rock hard, then we'd have fights with each other and throw the dried out marshmallows.
my dad always says that having daughters is much worse than having sons. we were/are (?) a handful.
happy bunny day to my peeps. i'm off to crash an easter dinner in maryland...


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