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We hadn’t really been away that long, but getting back home last night I had that ahhhhhhhhh feeling—the one I get from having a lot of a good thing but then being strangely glad that that good thing is finally over. Stayed with Sarah’s parents for a day: watching lots of football, playing lots of Oh Shit!, and eating my weight in shrimp and baked goods. Saw the whole Jorge family, complete with Mrs. J., Baby J. and the man himself. (Baby J. is so insanely cute. She has this awesome lean-forward, chest-out, chin-up stance that says check out how awesome I am. Jorge has the same stance, but it’s somewhat less cute.)

The bulk of our time away was spent with my parents and 82% of my immediate family. This of course included the McLean Christmas Shooter Party, which was a partial success. Shooters were shot, poker was played, and in the end someone barfed—but that turned out to be my four year-old niece, and it wasn’t an alcohol-induced barfing (so I’m told). After that, we popped out to Kingston to see the rest of Sarah’s family and to eat (and eat, and eat, and dear sweet Jebus too much with the eating!) Now we’re home again.

But we brought someone with us! Dr. Beth, Ph. D., CPL, DBE is staying with us for a few days. Although there’s a pretty good chance we’ll kidnap her and make her stay longer. Hope you Vancouver peeps weren’t too attached to her.
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Beth said…
I'm writing this comment... FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!

Damn, that comment never stops being funny.
5:17 pm
Anonymous said…
Can I say that Baby J's sleeper is too cute??? It glows in the dark! Little dinosaurs that glow in the dark!

:)

Thanks for the best sleeper ever.
9:15 pm
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