One of Dave's Easter traditions is leg of lamb. He is the only one who likes it so he makes it just for himself, which is fine, but for some reason, it just didn't turn out right. He marinated it and grilled is as he usually does, but I could see it didn't look as good as it usually does and from the look on his face, it didn't taste as good either. Boo! Something didn't agree with me and I wound up on the bathroom floor sicker than a dog and Dave managed to walk into the sliding glass door with so much force that he bounced off it, fell into the barbecue that was on and hot, knocked it over and gave himself a big 'ol gash on his nose and banged up his elbows as well. Yeah, it wasn't the Easter Sunday we had anticipated. Laughing!
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