
70 is the new 50. Saturday, DD2, hubby and dog showed up at my house for what I thought was their visit to the vet to get Chewy's sutures removed. After they entered and I was busy feeding the required cheese to my minute guest, the doorbell rang. My SIL yelled out the neighbor was at the door and I needed to answer it. It wasn't my neighbor, it was my cousin from Florida! My only utterance was Oh Sh..! Then I cried. We had a good catch up. Turned out she had arrived the day before and stayed with DD2 and her family, getting to know my SIL she never met and of course, Chewy. There was a dinner party planned for the evening so off we went. I walked into the place, saw my grandkids and proceeded to say hi to them and my other daughter. Another Oh Sh..! left my mouth as there sat my brother. More tears. Neither my cousin nor brother knew the other was coming so that was another surprise. They hadn't seen each other since we were teens! Here are my cousin...