Family meeting family? Who does that? Well, it’s all over now. After 4 buckets of cat hair and a massive margarita vase bouquet, the weekend began. With enough cheddar worst for gazing children and a whole chocolate cake for me, C-4 was well prepared. Having been banished from the kitchen, it proved quite difficult to sneak a dishwasher load at all. The mothers started sharing their life stories within 10 minutes whereas it took the dads two days to realize they could talk about artillery indefinitely. There wasn't any biting or fighting, and the only frown came from Calvin due to mere boredom while enduring a pink purse pursuit in the mall. Everyone went home happy and seemingly pleased with how the weekend went. Too bad Calvin never got his dollar; wait a minute, neither did I :-)