You know you’re in good company when that phrase can become a running joke and everyone laughs. 🙂

The weekend wasn’t perfect — Sherry and Chaya couldn’t be there — and I got slightly off-track on the drive up (God bless you, BlackBerry + GPS + Google Maps) but it was a great time and just what the doctor ordered.

Plus, we had obscene amounts of cheese. In hard, spreadable, and fondue formats. Oh yeah. Fortunately, as the French do, we healthily accompanied our many cheeses with equally obscene amounts of red wine. And oysters. And baguettes. And cheesies. And sausages. You get the idea. Nom.

Somewhat wisely, we did not polish off the tequila. *shudder*

Delightful seeing Kim, Catherine, and Helen, as always, and just as delightful meeting Chris, Katie, Caroline, and Brooke. I’ll play dirty campfire revelation games with those dames any time. And the family ghosts are welcome, too. The raccoon can suck it, though.

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