Our cousin David is here, with his wife, Sara, and their daughter Persia. Apparently Persia is exactly like I was as a small child. She's cuter, though. She's like my good clone with an adorable accent*. Emma is, as always, the baby-favorite. She tells me that this is because she's got all the toys. Smart kid.
Diet Hansen's Ginger Ale is the best stuff EVER. I was thrilled to find some in our pantry. Mmmmmmm, gingery goodness.
I am once more reminded of how much I suck at ironing. I'm skittish around hot things, and the whole process irritates me. Fortunately, most of my clothes do not require ironing. This is really more happy coincidence than shrewd shopping, but whatever works. Unfortunately, my clothes not needing ironing doesn't get me out of ironing other people's stuff. Badly. At least I've not set anything on fire, yet (give me time).
It is unreasonably warm in this house. Or perhaps it's just that almost all my clothes are made for winter. Mmmm, could be.
*Of course I'm the evil clone. Where've you been?