We made it back from South Africa... minus a few selected items from our luggage. Apparently Charlie's watch and the perfume that he gave me for Christmas were just too nice to pass up. Oh, the joys of traveling. But we made it back and I suppose that is enough to be thankful for.

When we got back Uncle Bill picked us up from the Airport (that's right, 92 is not too old to drive!). We went back to his house to pick up the kids and when we walked in to the house we were greeted by a rather rotund Franklin. He was 14 pounds when we left him. Now he is topping the scales at 17 pounds. I think it might be time for a kitty diet. My mind is whirling with images of our not-so-little Frankie sweating away on a treadmill... not likely. I suppose it is time for a diet.