Sunday brought comfort food, California cousins, and catch-up with some nearest-and-dearest family at Mom's. We sat around the wobbly coffee table and told stories--bonding over that weird sense of humor we all share (that nobody else really gets). I laughed so hard, I doubled-over, unable to catch my breath. (What is it about those stupid whoopie cushion-type things that makes us laugh MORE each time they are used?) I don't remember the last time I laughed that hard. It felt so good. Laughter really is the 
best medicine.Of course, the highlight of the evening (performance-wise) was sponsored by the Divine Miss M.
She spent most of the night on her head, perfecting (and I do mean perfecting) her headstand---and the many possible combinations of leg poses that can accompany this amazing acrobatic accomplishment.
I should've known that once I started snapping photos--and this was going to go down in t
he history blogs--the need for this endeavor to be truly perfect only increased.In the end, she was--of course--victorious. (Which was still only secondary to her talent for the dramatic arts.)
