Miles' dad left for home today. *pout* Visits are always too short I guess.
BOO HOO!

Now, perhaps, my waistline will recede again without his constant "coaxing"—"You're GOING to eat that Apple Cobbler À La Mode, or You're GOING to walk home!" Erm...Yes, I believe that's how it played out. Exactly like that. Big Bully! *clears throat*

Aside from his desserting aggression, we had a wonderful time! Indeed, I think he and I have learned a lot about each other this visit...most notably on the subject of blue cheese.

[I love the stuff, I think it hung the moon—he thinks it's just hung out in the sun too long.]

No doubt many of you are flabbergasted that such a detail should remain concealed for so long—I take all the blame! (EEK!—I wonder if I have a fever!?) Not being the most accomplished of conversationalists, I simply did not think to ask.

Fear Not! Though there is opposition on the cheese front, you will all be relieved to learn that our un-love for olives is quite mutual.

Yay! I get to stay in the family!