Out Like a Lamb Frags

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Technically it's still Friday so I can frag, even late as it is.  Some say "they" save the best 'til last.  Well, THAT remains to be seen.

Now, dear bloggy friends, I shall endeavor to HURRY to get in some quality (?) frags before this day is in the history books.
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After a March that only a mama polar bear could love, we here on the frozen tundra are FINALLY beginning to see some signs of spring and new life.

All of us, even those of us who LOVE winter and snow, are ready for March to go out like a gentle sweet little lambiekin.

Sorry - no photo credit love.  Fisherhubby texted this to me sans any credits.
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In OTHER parts of the blog-o-sphere folks are already sweatin' to the oldies in their capris and flippy flops.

Dear sweet Sister Pam delights in texting me pics (like this one) of her heat strokes. 

She is joined in this photo, and on her trek through the Everglades, by my niece Misti and two great nieces Carson and Morgan.
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Future Prima-Ballerina, Miss Piper Renae.
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My nail tech gave me an Easter sunrise this week.  
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Fisherhubby waiting expectantly for his super dooper deluxe Wisconsin Friday night Fish Fry.
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It was WELL worth the wait, let me just tell ya!!!

Because, you know, we have SO MANY wild lobsters in Central Wisconsin.

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Our oldest son, Kelly, and his granpaw - Fisherhubby's dad.

Can you see THOSE genes at work???
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And that's all I've got for tonight.

I can only HOPE short really is sweet.
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Please hurry over to Mrs. 4444's place

Where you will see LOTS of other frags

AND where you can "frag-up" yourself

Should you so choose.

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