i had to tear myself away to go to the wedding, and we ended up inviting some of the wedding guests back to our place. but how often that turns out to be a wild-goose chase! this was sweet pea's first christmas. if blocks of ice were still available under the sawdust in the old fashioned log ice-house, the drinks were served chilled. there is no point in being competitive, even with myself. life had thrown a curve ball, and a doctor was not going to help in that instance. 