Three days

K,

When you came to visit me in Dallas on Friday, I'll admit I was a little nervous. I love houseguests, you know, but the preparation for guests sometimes seems daunting and I often feel incapable of keeping a clean house. It's just dull, the vacuuming and dusting. But I wanted to impress you.

And not only did I plan on having an impeccably clean house (it wasn't) I also planned on taking you to see the sites and taste some of my favorite foods while you were here. It's too bad that it was overcast on Saturday, and rainy, thusly shattering my plans.

But we made good on it. Photo safari or not, I'd like to say we had fun while you were here. We went to a thrift store, and I scored an awesome new sweater and a cool mug to store my knitting needles. Then we bought provisions for that night's party in honor of your visit.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed meeting and hanging out with a few of my favorite people in Dallas. The food was tasty, and the wine and beer was flowing, and I reveled in every last bit of the party until the last couple of people went home. I had too many champagne cocktails, but you know the details about that.

The next day, well, I had the worlds worst hangover, and we had a DVD marathon planned. It was the first time in a long time that I got to make omelets, drink coffee, put on several pots of tea, munch on homemade granola and let my ass get to know my couch better. It was awesome.

Seeing you leave this morning was terrible. Going back to work after that much fun and festivity was worse. But I must say that for those three days, while I was laughing as hard as I could and savoring every moment of your company, I didn't once wish I was anywhere else.

Thanks for being a great big sister,

Miss Dallas