Stopped by my parents house for lunch today. They had friends over and dad wanted to "show me off". After the guests had left we sat on the couch in front of the fire and I showed them the pictures I had taken with the wonderful Christmas present they had given me. I looked at our feet all together on the ottoman and thought about what a neat picture it would make and how indicative the foot wear was of our personalities. Dad in tennis shoes, ready for action at a moments notice. Mom in comfy wool socks, as warm and inviting as she is, and me, sandwiched in the middle, in knee high stiletto boots, dramatic and sassy as I 've been since day one. With our bellies full from homemade potato soup, served in toasted bread bowls, our conversation got lazy and our eyelids started to drift closed...that is when we knew it was time for us to scatter to our beds for a long Winter nap.