I found my way back down to San Diego again this weekend. So I'm bracing myself for family time which will include inappropriate conversations about our colons, too much wine and an inordinate amount of laughter. I'm already in for it as I told my mother (who is also here) that my stomach was off to which she replied "Oh, I have something for that...talk to me later." She also packed three pairs of pants and two slips (but no dresses) so I think I'll take care of my own intestinal issues since clearly her head isn't working properly.
I have my pen poised eagerly over my notepad, however, to be sure that I catch everything. More later, as the family dramatics unfold.
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