Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
We all gathered for Christmas in Miami again. Some kids were throwing each other around the family room on Christmas Eve until Aunt Mary finally said it was okay to open presents . . .
But then Uncle Leonard made them wait as each family group took their yearly stand-in-front-of-the-tree photo, and made sure that each family member's camera got a shot, so it was probably a good 45 minutes later before the kids got loaded up on Power Ranger toys and we all got to say, again, that they made out like bandits.
Rusty and I read Harold Pinter (pause, grieve) and Truman Capote outside. We ate the the poo poo platter. When I got to the end of the book, I learned that the family got killed.
Later on, we all dressed alike.
We finally got to eat the top of our wedding cake.
Posted by Carrie at 10:53 PM