Since my mom is still sick, I wound up going to Owensboro in my parents' stead on Friday. I had a lovely time and Ashley and I made some peppermint bark, and it was really good. While Mark and Ashley were at a wedding, my grandma and I took naps and then somehow ended up talking about gay people (apparently my mom had a cousin who was gay and lived in San Francisco in the eighties) and then HPV. I love my grandma, but I don't know how that happened, as I had no conscious desire to talk to her about STDs. And then we took pictures of Sarah, sans diaper and clothes. I think Mark wanted her to pee on me, since I was holding her with no diaper, but she did not. It's really awesome how easy it is to make my grandma happy. It takes so little (like a chubby naked baby). And then I felt bad about missing Thanksgiving because she kept asking me if I was sure I would be there on Friday, and right before I left, she said, "Do you promise?" I promised. And then she was upset that I put away all the clean dishes because she said there was no evidence that we'd been there. I was just trying to save her like 12 trips into the dining room, since she can't carry them all at once. But then she remembered that there was photographic evidence of our stay.

And it turns out that I made a good case for not going to Louisville on Christmas Eve, because my dad told me he told my grandfather that we aren't coming until Christmas morning. So now we only have to stay one night, but it's worse than two nights in a hotel, because it is at the house. My uncle can't be there for Christmas and my dad said if no one stays there my grandfather will be really hurt, so we're going to stay there on Christmas night. Ugh. His house makes my house look immaculate. I know! We will manage, though.