Oh crikey. How cute of me was it that I thought we would get to Baton Rouge in two hours? Try seven and a half. Hell! It was absolute hell. This is a 75 mile trip that normally takes a little over an hour. Gawd. Now George and I, plus George’s parents, his uncle, his grandfather, my mom and her friend Mauro are all here eating dinner. It’s going to be a full house, and I don’t know for how long. Tomorrow will be the day to watch the Weather Channel all day long. Fun, fun.