No worries. We have napkins.

I'll admit it...I love pretty napkins. I guess I just love the texture of the paper, the pretty designs and the fact that they make simple things like cheese and wine look even more special.

I have a nice little collection of napkins and I like to give them as gifts too. And, yes, I do recycle them or use them in art projects. I have napkins all over the place. Even in the car. My sister picks on me about how all my stuff has to be "pretty."

Two weeks ago, my sister and my nieces and nephew; Laura 9, Jonathan 8 and Noelle 6 came for a visit. They haven't been to my house in over 2 years. As my sister likes to say, "not for lack of trying." It's just that I was working five jobs for a while (knew the layoff was coming and wanted to keep my house) and she had a daycare business in her house and her own three kids to keep up with while trying to get her new safety business off the ground. Time just flew by us.

I was so excited to finally spend time with them and I convinced them to stay an extra day. I thought it might be fun to take my sister to see a piece of property that David and I bought a couple of years ago. It's at the beach, but don't get excited, it's not on the beach. Although, you can see the sound from the lot. I call it my retirement property. Not that I plan to ever live there as it is out in the boonies, but I plan to sell it one day and use the money to retire. With the housing market as it is, I'm sure that will be twenty some years from now, but that's ok.

So anyway, I ask my sister if she would like to go see the property and have lunch at a cute little restaurant on the island. "Sure," she says.  Now, for some reason, I guess because I was thinking about my sister, I don't have kids and because maybe I'm a neat freak and maybe because I know I will just look at the property and not dig in sand or step in mud, or get wet, that I fail to remember there is a 9, 8 and 6 year old in the car! Hello!!!

I mean did I honestly think they wouldn't want to get out of the car, run to the beach and dig in the sand for crabs?

Did I really think they wouldn't go in the water and get mud on their butts?

Did I not realize they would want to walk on the beach barefoot and get sandy footsies?

(Noelle saying "what?" with her toothless smile. Oh yeah and uncle David convinced her to just rip out the other loose front tooth while she was here! Let's just say blood and spit and leave it at that. Uncle David!!!!)

My sister looks at me and said "You didn't bring any towels did you? What were we thinking?"
I turned to her and said, "No worries, we have napkins." To which we both broke out into hysterical laughter. And yes, it is a family trait that when we laugh really hard we snort.