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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Melody, you ROCK!

When the boys were little, we'd go up to Seattle to visit my mom and sister(s).

On one such occasion, Melody (older sister, best friend {Well, now. When we were kids, we fought CONSTANTLY} ), (whose name the kids had trouble pronouncing, so she was {and always will be}  referred to as "Aunt Money") decided she was going to come up with something for breakfast that was bound to dazzle the Tuckerboys.

And she did. She succeeded beyond our wildest dreams.


Aunt Money's

(Oh, Lordy - the ol' salivary glands are gushing again...)

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