My husband and I always joke about how we must pay homage to the matriarch of the clan (as we sometimes refer to my mother).

So, what do you think arrived in the mail on Friday? Another travelogue, 10 pages about a short visit to my sister at Christmas, full inane details and terrible photography, with a note saying, "hope you enjoy reading this!" I mean, really, who would enjoy reading that? No one, I am pretty sure, but I guess she has hope. No calendar this year, though.