How mom makes coffee--A postcard from Southern California

We celebrated a nice family dinner last night at my mom's, where no one argued or got upset. I must be in the wrong building. Even my wayward brother called, and everyone got to talk to him.

My 15 year-old niece wanted me to take some pictures of her--glamour shots that she can use to send boys on the internet. Good Lord!

I always bring good coffee when we visit my mom (I think I have already established my coffee snobbery). She says "Oh, I still have the coffee you brought last time--I mixed it in with that big can of Folger's and it's lasted forever".

I was awakened this morning by the ringing of my cell phone. It was a post office telling me that a package one of my livejournal friends sent me has taken a very wayward journey via Illinois and the site of the first gold discovery in California. As fate would have it, they can't deliver it until the 24th. Since it requires a signature, and we won't be home until the 24th, it works out perfectly.

Arlina has begun to take random pictures out the window of the car as we are driving. Ooohhhhh--click. Ooohhhhh--click.