Chick-Fil-A. In Washington. That's me in Bellingham with Bellingham Bay in the background. We had to go 90 miles to get the goods, but that's a pittance compared to the distance to L.A. (previously the closest Chick-Fil-A), and much more doable on a weekend. I gorged myself, then we brought home enough to share and then some and I am still hoarding chicken. When we got home, all of it was still warm. Mmmmm.......
In other good news, the weather warmed up over the weekend, with lots of sunshine and hitting 70 one day, which added icing to my Chick-Fil-A happiness cake. You can see the brilliance, even 90 miles further north, in the photo.
Oh, and we stopped to see the daffodils, because the tulips also object to the long cold winter, and haven't bloomed yet. Michal has tons of pictures of that, too, and even I took a few here and there.
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