Sadie and Jimmy went with me to pick up John to bring him home for the weekend. When we were on the way home someone asked me if I cared about something and I said, "no, I'm easy." And I started to sing that old song, "I'm easy ... easy like Sunday morning."
And thinking of our mad rush each week to get everyone looking decent and out the door on time, Sadie said, 'Sunday mornings are not easy."
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