Having visitors is fun. Or exhausting, depending on how you look at it. My Aunt Diane, a.k.a. "Shopping Queen", has successfully worn me out while doing the seemingly simple task of looking at trinkets and shoes. Its very entertaining, she seems to have a Spider-sense about where to find shopping, and then is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Luckily, I learned from Apache how to herd other creatures, and so sometimes I made the mistake of putting myself in between Aunt Di and the stores. I think we wore my Mom out too - but she's getting on a plane for Philadelphia this morning, so she'll have some respite. Aunt Di is on the road to Dallas. And I am without my little green car.

So, the rundown: Friday night we ate. Saturday we ate lunch. We shopped in Galveston for trinkets. We ate again. We went to sleep. We work up and ate. Went to Kemah, met Sarah, and ate again. Shopped at Kemah until I had to drag them out of the stores to head for the rodeo. Went to the Rodeo. Ate again. Shopped at the rodeo. Came home. Crashed.

Sensing a theme? I have never eaten so well in my entire life. Mom and Aunt Diane totally have "grandmother" instincts. They kept commenting that my dog was underfed (because she ALWAYS eats voraciously) and fed her more and more with each meal. Aunt Di's interactions with Apache were particularly hilarious. We saw a t-shirt on Saturday with a dog on top of a person licking the person's face, and it had the word "Underdog" written on it. Well, that describes it.

Don't worry, we have photos of every single meal, so you can relive it. Actually, for those of you who were lucky enough to get a "you're missing the party" call, we, indeed, have a picture of us making that call. Mom and Aunt Di are two of a kind. Between the two of them, they have the technological saavy of an average person. My Aunt has this lovely digital camera, and all weekend, she snapped photos. Occasionally she will hand the camera to my mother to take a photo of her. We discovered last night that my mom hadn't actually managed to take a single photo with it. I was beginning to think my Aunt was technologically saavy -- that is, until the cell phone thing. She apparently can't program phone numbers, so my mom has to do it for her. In my Aunt's words "I'm a user," and therefore doesn't have to program her own cell phone.

Work has been obnoxious today. I have things to do, but the entire network is down. Well, its back up now. But you get the point. I can't believe how dependent I am on the network.

Hey, karen, I SMS-ed you? Did you get it? Hmmm? Tag!