and so we dug a hole...

... and another one as well...

It isn't often that you honor someone by

digging them a couple of holes.
In the wild, wild west, digging a hole for someone was kind of a bad thing actually...

but when the kids and I set out to honor our favorite Billy DiCocco on his
b...i...r...t...h....d...a...y (hands up with a "hey")

we thought that nothing would be finer than

to dig a couple of holes.

and so we did. (wink)

Happy Birthday Billy.

I hope you like them...

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Now let's go eat elephant ears until we throw up.

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(elephant ears are flat funnel cake for those of us from the Ozarks)