Me to my husband: ...yeah, my blog rocks. I don't understand why I don't have more stalkers.
(he really doesn't get it -stalking is GOOD thing when it comes to blogging)
My dad to me: I read the last writings of my favorite author and now I know why he killed himself.
(I will send a prize to the first person to figure out who my dad's favorite - or formerly favorite - author is)
Sofia (age 3) to Nana and Aunt Nat: Aunt Nat Nat, you too big, and Nana you almost too big.
Finally, I would feel bad if I left you without a picture. Here is Gabriel and Soso. Soso took him to see Bolt while I took care of some of Santa's duties (lazy old elf). Soso returned him to us in the Walmart parking lot shortly after I mentally wrote a scathing letter to Walmart Customer Service managers re: length of lines / acceleration of checkers. It is truly humbling to hang out with a pastor after thinking sour thoughts about so many specific people. That's probably why God moved him to San Antonio, to keep me in check. Amongst other things, I'm sure.