I am back from my trip to California to visit my Dad and do a bit of cat-sitting while he visited his sister in Iowa. He returned in time to celebrate his birthday and of course I made a couple of cards for him. One from the boys and one from me.
My Dad puts the cards I make up on the fridge. I find it ironic and funny. While I was growing up nothing went on the fridge-not even a magnet, but I suspect that was my Mom's preference.
On to the cards...
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