Turns out my brother's driving need for Matt and I to come over was fueled by his hate for leftovers. Basically, they unloaded a bunch of food on us. Our fridge which used to have a variety of beverages (milk, juice, soda, beer, pina colada mix, and much more) is now stocked with a hunk of roast, gravy, a loaf of pumpkin gingerbread, and various goodies.

While I was there I spent most of my time with my niece. She's almost eighteen months old and bursting with energy. We danced. We sang. We spun in circles. Her mommy had to take her upstairs to bed early becaue it was going to take that much longer to calm her down after I got her riled up.

Not much to really write about, but I really couldn't leave you all wondering.