I'll write that two hour nap today off as "jet lag."

I think my favorite Christmas tradition is eating sausage balls.

What is yours?

This week, I went to a party that included:

1) pink painted walls

2) a shrimp tree:

3) valet parking

4) a man (the only man) in a sweater playing the piano.

5) several inquiries if I had ever seen Tiger Woods out there in North Carolina

I also, before going to the party, asked if the nice sweater and jeans I was wearing would be okay if I changed into heels because, after all, the party started at four o'clock. Mom said no. She was right.

I looked at the invitation, and no where did I see that this was an all womens party, or that it was a formal party, but it definitely was. I don't, apparently, understand the unwritten rules of Russellville.

A proud moment: We've become one of those families.