Family...

Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em.

Our house guests have gone home. I am not going to continue to complain about them - because believe me, I could - but instead I will focus on the good parts of their visit. Hopefully anyway.

Yesterday morning we all went to breakfast, and they left from the diner. During the meal, Marty's uncle said that I am such a gracious hostess and that they can't wait to come back next year. I almost choked on my pancakes. As soon as we got in to the car, Marty assured me that he would be able to take some vacation time when they come.

All in all, it was a good visit. Ok, not really, but at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been, right?