And the Relatives Depart...

Kathy and Jay just left for the evening. Tomorrow they start their trip back to Florida. It's been so nice having them up this past week. I know it's meant a lot to Anne and John as well.

The Puzzini girls have gotten their heads together on Christmas outfits. They both look so striking in black that Joan has been persuaded to entrust part of her wardrobe to Kathy. She will be receiving a gold lame (read Lamb-eh?, not L-A-M-E) shell to set off her beaded jacket and her skirt. She'll look so good. I hope she chooses me as her date.

While Katie was at youth group the sisters and their escorts (okay, their husbands, but escorts sounds so much more thrilling) went to a local steak house. We dined, they also wined, I beered, and Joan steered the van back to the church to pick up Katie. On the way we hit Trader Joe's and I convinced Joan that vegetable pate might be far more preferable to me than that braunsweiger stuff that smells like ... well, that brown stuff that Joan and Katie like, anyway. I'm actually looking forward to trying this stuff.

So we've had our last visit for a bit with the Bonds. They'll be back in June and we may send the girls down over Easter break to visit with them in Florida. I don't get any vacation until May or June, so I will be batching it. It's high time, though, that Katie gets to engineer her own vacation somewhere. So we're granting her the privilege of taking a friend and we're wisely including at least one parent as a chaperone. Other than that, all bets are off at this point. But with that Hilton Grand Vacations Club package, the smart thing to do would be ... still entirely her decision.

Happy December, everybody!