Why, I never!

Now that we've finished last-minute shopping and running to and fro to visit family, I can get back to blogging (I hope).

Paul and I went to my maternal grandmother's house on Christmas morning. Mom's stocking from Dad included a CD she wanted by trumpeter Chris Botti. We loaded the CD up, then went on to open gifts and eat breakfast. We're all sitting around the breakfast table, when Dad pipes up, "Do you like your Botti?" Everyone burst out laughing, leaving Dad looking bewildered. Mom finally stopped laughing long enough to say, "I guess, dear. It's the only one I've got." He assured us he meant B-O-T-T-I, not B-O-D-Y. Still, it's one of those conversations you don't want your parents to have in front of you. :-)