2/08 - Home again, home again, jiggety jog

Monday meant heading back home and to work.

Francine and I made it back safely and on time, and went right to work.  We enjoyed lunch with Erika.

2/07 - Francine, Friends, and Football

We started Superbowl Sunday with brunch.  And Toody.

Francine was good enough to learn that Grandmother's stalker cat was named Judah.  Figures.

Aunt Patty posed with Francine.  Which was appropriate, since Francine was one of the toys she sent to us some time ago!

Aunt Patty is sending gummi bears to the twins (along with a bazillion other toys).

Francine and some of Grandmother's rooster collection.

Here's Francine with fried pickles and a Very Large Beer.

The Saints win!!!!!!  (Who'd have thought the actual game would be more interesting than the ads?!)




Goodnight, Grandmother!  We love you!!

2/06 - Francine and HEB the Greater

Grandmother took us to her favorite neighborhood Mexican restaurant.  Uncle Tod got the Super Pechuga and a Mexican Martini that was pretty impressive.

After that, we passed by the lesser H.E.B. in favor of H.E.B. the Greater, which has the power to bend even the time-light continuum.

Then, we had the traditional family Scrabble Smackdown. 

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Note:
Francine is NOT mealy.  But she may have been lured by a pie.

Ooof.

2/05 - Flyin' Francine

One day, Aunt Patty and cousin Jason had the brilliant idea to throw a surprise party for Grandmother.  And they talked me and Uncle Tod into coming for the party.  I got to bring a little princess kitty with me that for years has not had a name.  As we tucked the bleary kids into the minivan early Friday morning to take me to the train station, Lil' Guy piped up in a tiny voice.  "Her name is Francine."  OK.

Waiting for the train in the dark, desperately wanting coffee.

Here we are, waiting to board the plane (ours was to the left).

We had a quick layover in Phoenix, where they did not have anything vegetarian to eat that was not pizza.

We arrived in Austin, right on time!  Unfortunately, Uncle Tod got stuck in Atlanta for way more hours than necessary.

He finally arrived, and Jason took us to the party, where Grandmother was mighty surprised.  And happy to feed chips to Francine.