Better …

Hard work and a few good times have put me back in a place that makes laughter a little easier.  Last night at dinner we started talking about the biscuits middle daughter made sort-of from scratch (not the can, but the box).  Somehow, it got around to the point where my husband and I looked at each other and said “Rubububer Biscuit.”  Husband started singing it, I started giggling, girls thought we were out of our minds.  So, after dinner, I did what all good mothers do: a YouTube search.  For your enjoyment:


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