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Back from a week of visiting family -- both my family & the out-laws (or is it the "in-lusts"?). Mark & I both ended up with a cold, maybe from the airplane, maybe from the cute nieces from DC, but a cold is a minor price to pay for the chance to hang out with those two cute girls.

My dad still isn't talking to me (and, in fact, tries not to acknowledge my existence, even when we're in the same room). I wonder when he's going to stop acting like a three year old? Maybe he could take lessons from Anna & Julia on how to behave?