Keep talking, whoa keep talkin'!

My aunt was kind enough to accept my self-invite to her house, so off I went this morning with my laptop and my hyper dog in tow.  I intended to take advantage of some good ol' family wisdom and encouragement (and chicken salad) before hittin' the books and the keyboard.  But my lack of willpower had something else in mind.  Something like a day with my cousin Tatum.  First, she defeated me in "Just Dance."  I should have seen my fate when the Wii selected our character names and dubbed me "Poopy" and her "Sunny."  After cutting a rug (the very one that Layla had marked as her own within five minutes of bounding in the door), Tatum and I enjoyed a healthy snack of Doritos and some of Nick Jr.'s most educational programs.  Is iCarly's targeted audience 29-year-old females...because I definitely laughed out loud more than once.  Before the day was over, I had co-baked (and co-dented) some fabulous brownies, harmonized to some of Sandy and Danny's greatest hits, played Layla's favorite game of "catch-me-if-you-can-as-I-leap-over-couches," and added exactly one very poorly organized run-on sentence to my paper (and another to my blog).  Here's to you, Tatum, and the fun you bring to a Saturday afternoon!