we all wake up at the crack of dawn (for whipple's that is) 7am.
we run, we walk, we take pictures and then we head home for a feast.
it's a classic tradish.
when we were teenagers our dad's would try to get us to go, however nothing could get us out of bed.
BUT now we look forward to it, weird.
breakfast entertainment...watching ruby dominate evelyn.
ruby burned her hands a few days before we got there.
it was the saddest thing. ever. ever.
poor rubes. such a trooper.
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