Rachelle and I went to Table Mountain this weekend to look at the Spring flowers. Nobody told us that it was going to be friggin' cold and windy this late in March. If you look closely, I believe Rachelle's smile is frozen on and her hands are still thawing out. That said, the flowers were really pretty and the 40 mph wind gusts kept the crowds to a minimum. And we were still able to have our traditional Easter brunch at the Wendy's. Nothing says "tradition" like a number 6 with no lettuce. I would have let her Biggie-Size it, but it wasn't that special an occasion. At least I let her get her own fries.
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