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The Christmas Eve 'Dead End Canal Yacht Club' breakfast was poorly attended for many reasons mostly because of last night's Christmas party. And the fact that the 'Vegan' neighbors were cooking Omelets at their place. We went and the Omelets were kinda tasty but most member's alcohol damaged senses may have lied to them.  

Since the Vegans don't drink and neither Bonita Bill's nor the Moose were serving $5 Bloody Mary's, we quickly adjourned to the clubhouse (my garage) for the hair of the dog and some biscuits with sausage gravy. Our second most favorite southern breakfast, the first being fried Mullet with eggs and garlic Grits. The grease either absorbs the remnants of the over indulgence or expels it in some form. NOT IN THE POOL!!!!

Thankfully I've matured enough to temper my intake of alcohol and have remembered the cure-all for hangovers, Alka Seltzer! Plop, plop fizz, fizz. Two of those little darlings in a medium size glass of water in the middle of the night and you'll wake up chipper as a kitten. Hungry, too! But not for veggie omelets.

This morning was reminiscent of the New Years Day breakfasts past. We all started the party with moderation on our lips but with the first mention of visiting grandchildren, forget about it. We love them and the great grandchildren too but they can be overwhelming to say the least.

Most of our kids aren't anymore so they need their own vacations, too! But dumping them on us so they can go to a resort is pretty low. Please take them to Disney or Sea World so you can bring them to us all tuckered out. But not right off an airplane raring to go.

They'll only take so many boat rides before rebelling. The teens are the worst because they want  to mix with townies along the beach. A dangerous time. But we wouldn't miss them for the world. They will give us hours of stories to tell other Grandparents after they're gone. Ain't life grand!

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