You know that I don't do requests, usually, but, Miranda, since you aren't able to be with us this weekend, it is the least that I could do...we just stuffed ourselves on your Grandma Dee's fried chicken and mashed potatoes, the Olympics are on (dumm dum da dum dum dum dum da da da da dum dum da da da dum dum da...you really have to have heard it to know what I'm trying to express), your mom is whistling a Zoe song (loudly), Grandma Gin just burped a good one (I think that was a burp), Sydney is saying "Dadadadadadadada" over and over and over and laughing at your Grandma Dee, your dad is washing the dishes and just told your Grandma Dee to get out of the kitchen (I believe he just said, "go read a book, go to the bathroom, or pray or something, Mom"--to encourage her to stay out), the fan in the guest bathroom runs constantly, and Rebekah is directing the show/circus/big happy family. And I...I am checking email and stuff, not to get away, but to stay out of the way...and, yes, to get away a bit, too. But the XX Winter Olympics are on and I just heard that some girl busted on the downhill skiing...until next time.