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Grammapat and I put on our best pouty faces as we were taken away from our husbands for a "Butterfly Tea" this afternoon, by a unashamedly gleeful cousin, whom we love dearly. Not one bit of remorse on her face, is there?

The tea was lovely. For me, the highlight was watching mom and a long time friend of hers comparing the temporary tattoos of butterflies and hearts on their arms. I almost blipped that, but the light was poor, and this was so lovely out in the sunshine.

I have to admit, a pouty face isn't very pretty on me at all!