On the plus side, while my aunt was here and two glasses of wine to the wind, she told me a story about my mother from their childhood that was so hilarious and simultaneously embarrassing in the you are SO busted way that it merited a phone call to the party in question to convey the same sentiment, all without stopping the laughter. Because, you know, it was just.not.possible. This morning my sister stopped by, and we told her the story, and all of us laughed till we cried again, the rapidly cooling lattes be damned. And we called mom again because this was just too rich for one round. We laughed a lot while my aunt was here, which was not necessarily to have been expected. We also ribbed, joked and talked a lot, and generally had a good time.
Except for the whole way behind on everything thing, it was a great long weekend. Oh, and Monkey, while the rest of us were still asleep courtesy of the Cub's generosity, cut a portion of her bangs. Really-really short. Do I need to point out that she didn't, prior to cutting her hair less than 48 hours ago, have bangs? Didn't think so. At least she cut them in a fairly straight line and fairly evenly centered. In case you are wondering, trying to extract the story from her only resulted in more laughter. This shit's funny, yo!
And one from today, by way of illustrating the snow thing we've got going on.