Peenie Ain't Happy

Hello, friends! It's been awhile!

Sorry, not sorry I've been blog-slacking during the holidays--it was so nice to be home and have NO obligations for a bit. Thanks, Mom! You are my favorite! And you're a really excellent cook, and a really good gifter, and a really swell pedicure buddy, and your hugs are really great, and...so much more. I love you! Thank you for being on Peenie Patrol AND for finding time to hang with me, too. You made my Christmas Break a true break! I owe you big time. Xoxoxo!

So, friends, as you've probably gathered, Peenie DID get in the car with me on Christmas Eve morning, and we made it to Greensboro a few hours later. Funnily enough, the moment we climbed into the car and I started the engine, the Hallelujah Chorus burst forth from my stereo speakers. Coincidence? I think not.

We stopped in Salisbury for lunch with James at Gritz Cafe (highly recommend), where Peenie flirted with him for the duration of our eating. Hehehehe...don't think I got a word in edgewise! It was the first time that James had been exposed to Peenie for more than five minutes, and his summation was hilarious: "She...is a live wire!" You're so right, my man. So right. Or, as Aunt Jayne says, "A live wire of disquiet." That's Peenie for ya!

Since mom was on Peenie Patrol, I don't have many Christmas Break Peenie stories. But I do want to share a hilarious nickname that she's christened me with: Twisty Butt.

Yep. You read that correctly. Twisty Butt. My 92 year-old grandmother now calls me Twisty Butt.

The morning that we left for Greensboro, I was running up and down the staircase at Peenie's, towing her luggage to the car. Friends, in case you were wondering, the woman can PACK. And not lightly, either. Sheesh. Anyway, as she was watching me go up and down the stairs, she says, "Katy, you got a little twisty butt. Bet James likes that a LOT!"

Awkward...

But now Peenie and I have made it into a dance! The Twisty Butt! Want to learn? Just twist your rumpus to any song you like, and you're doing it correctly. We taught it to Will, Mitch, Mom, and Dad. I'm sure it'll be the next dance wave in no time. YouTube, here we come!

I'll leave you with this:

Peenie knows about the blog. She's actually known about it for a while, but over break, there were many relatives that told her that they just LOVE reading about her on my blog. Needless to say, she AIN'T happy. And she wants me to "stop this blog foolishness" ASAP.

...well, I'm not. Hehehe! Just do me a favor, friends! If you see her, PLEASE don't mention the blog. I'm afraid she's going to gag me in my sleep! Just kidding. But really.

Next blog post? I'm going to attempt a video interview with Peenie about her feelings toward the blog. Stay tuned!

And, HAPPY 2014!