The Fairy.

Always.

Historically, the weather is always extreme the day before (or the day) we leave for a Texas holiday.

And today did not dissapoint.

Pouring, driving rain since last night at 5.  Wind like we rarely see.  Dark skies - like it's night. 

I think it's nature's way of confusing me when I pack for the kids.  HOW will they not need a sweater, jeans and a heavy coat? 

Oh, that's right.  Because it's 75 and sunny in Texas.

God bless it.

From The Phone.

Stella and I got to looking at photos on my phone last night.  They tell a pretty great story of some good living over the last several months.

There was the fabulous B's wedding. 

Where Stella allowed her hair to be curled for the first time...

And there's getting to know Louis Nacho Libre Seward.

And some Halloween prep.

And a little trip down to the Bay Area.  With a party like folks should get to party every now and again.

That phone turns out to be one handy little teller of tales.

Friendsgiving

Had our favorites over last night for a pre-holiday gathering.  It was, as always, quite lovely.

It's fun for us to prep and for the kids to get ready to hang with their homies.

 

And then, hot damn, they arrive and the fun begins.

 

And we even got to celebrate a little ole' birthday.



Thankful.  For a good night.  And good food. And those good friends who just keep on keeping on. After all these years.

Po Po Louie.

That bird dog is now familiar with the business end of da cone of shame.

Po po Louie.

That Pretty Lady.

The Candy.

The candy is still here. It just won't go away.

Even though the holiday is over.

Geesh.