Eat, Drink and Drink...

Christmas day has sadly come and gone. My sisters, who I affectionately call the “know- it-alls”, were in rare form. After a spirited morning of opening presents and reminiscing of past Christmas mornings we settled into our own mini version of “Eat, Love, Pray” figuring out our lives and just about everyone else's. Our version is more like “Eat, Drink, and Drink”, we seem to be minus the praying and loving part. Champagne happily makes an appearance. Champagne is good for any occasion if you ask me. We then proceeded into our Tiger Woods discussion which started at Thanksgiving when we were last together. It is a heartfelt session of what dear Tiger should and shouldn't have done – like I said – a bunch of know-it-alls….We also have the addition of my niece Madelyn, a know-it-all in training. Poor Tiger, let’s just say he should be thankful that us girls don’t have our own television show ala The View. He wouldn’t have a endorsement contract left.
Now we sit in my sister’s kitchen, relaxing after a delicious dinner of leftovers, fighting over the new 500 piece puzzle (who has the piece of red flower pot?) and arguing about who stayed up the latest last night. One thing about sisters and family in general is that there is no pretense. We boss each other around and apparently know what’s best for each other. Which is a very nice thing, post Christmas day or any other day. The spirit of the holiday survived my 3,000 mile trip and I am so happy about that. And that I am here. And for a brief moment in time, with my sisters and niece, we know it all.