Pudd'n got to go sailing again today. That kid was happier than a pig in shit. I'm freaking out (silently to myself) over the 5-6ft waves we encountered. Then while the skipper was unfurling the sails, he hands over the rudder to me.Bad move slappy. I have no fucking sense of direction and ended up going in circles. It was quiet comical when we got back and he asked me to drive the boat in while he took in the sails. Again, an even worse move. The look of sheer horror on his face when he saw the jetty coming up fast on us was pricless. Any way, dispite the fact I could not steer a boat we had a great morning. In the afternoon it was family Xmas time. It was a blast. The food was to die for and Ken made the most awesome pomagrante martinis. Steve's uncle married a Vietnemse woman. We literally come to blows over this woman's pork fried rice. She uppted the anti and made some ribs to go with the rice. Pudd'n lasted a few hours and was ready to go before the gift opening. As we were loading things up and saying our good byes, Janine grabs my drink and puts it in a to go cup. Realizes that there is not much of it left and orders her husband to make me another.
God I love my family.