Marauding Inbreds

Had a chiropractic appointment this morning. As always, it was a pleasure. While I waited for Mammy to finish hers, I played with the Dr's youngest daughter. She is a real cutie with a definite personality.

Mammy and I were both kind of in the dumps and the weather wasn't helping. It was fine weather for a lost Saturday involving mugs of hot chocolate, a fire place, and some good reading or bad TV, but it was rotten for running around doing errands. Between locales I was playing Appalachian music on the CD player. When we were finally on our way home "Dueling Banjo's" came on. I loudly declared to Mom, "I refuse to associate this song with marauding inbreds. I will not let it go down in the anals of history as a song..." I burst out laughing at my truly accidental slip. Anals of history, annals of history...what's the difference?

Have been trying to get many more little things done around the house this afternoon, including toddler proofing as much as possible.

The S, B, & A-man gang got home from NYC last night. A-man seems much more verbal (over the phone anyway). I can't wait to see him, and pictures of Auntie LaLa and Nuncle Da.