The day after...

We're all sitting here on my microfibre suede couch feeling quite done with pumpkin pie. I'm teaching my parents all about how to blog so we decided to create our own blog post.
My mother's first entry into the blogosphere:
I'm realizing how brilliant my daughter Patricia is (author note "yeah mom!"). She was ALWAYS very creative and brilliant. We're very happy to be in wonderful Santa Barbara enjoying the sun and the shopping and our wonderful grandchildren. Oh and I forgot to mention how gorgeous my son-in-law is...not gorgeous, how handsome. Excuse me.
Dad: "No, I'm sorry. I'm not going to contribute to this."
Newt: "I'm very happy and probably fifteen pounds heavier...two boxes of cat cookies, three hot pockets, three turkeys. I hope I don't have to do the mile run on Monday."
Tate: "Hi. My mom is wonderful. She takes me golfing."
Elliott: "I think my mom is very creative."
Neil: "If any of you have seen my power scrwe driver, please give me a call."