Well, the O’Brien household has officially been infected with the (highly contagious) flu. Sissy has it and the rest of us have to take medicine to try and prevent us from getting it. Hopefully she’ll wake tomorrow feeling better for Christmas and none of the rest of us will wake up with it.
The one gift that I especially take pleasure in is to Blanca. She called tonight. I sent her also your pictures from ADPi…you’d have thought they were gold! She was so excited and tells her friends “they were so little and see how beautiful they are now”! She wanted to be remembered to you and recollected days with Nannie. THIS, my Loves, is the magic of Christmas!
…as if we needed one more reason! In a moment of excitement, I knocked my glass of wine over at dinner last night and shattered the glass. Way to go, Amy. The waiter came over to ask if I wanted another glass and told me not to feel too bad, because he had waited on Tony Romo last week and he had done the same thing! He also only charged me for one glass even though I had consumed almost all of the first one. My love affair with Coalvines continues…
“Are you gonna kiss me or not? Are we gonna do this or what? I think you know I like you a lot. You’re about to miss your shot. Are you gonna kiss me or not?”—Thompson Square (This son is my jam at the moment. Or one of them, at least.)