has arrived and she's six times cuter than I remembered, but, you know, "time." (I imagines she thinks I look older and fatter, which is true.)
Unfortunately one of her bags, the one with our dresses for Saturday night, did not arrive. This is a bit sad but we'll manage one way or another. I do really hope it makes it here: my cranberry fudge from Anna Lena's in Long Beach is in there.
I've fed her some tasty lamb and fresh pasta stuff, and right now we're playing "Through the Desert." None of us really understand the strategy. With luck, her jet lag will give us an edge.