Arrive at DD's house. The kids all have BIG EYES,,like,,,are our grandparents REALLY HERE? or is this a joke. They run to us barefoot in the middle of a huge storm, and the "I'll never let go of you hugs" begin. They can't talk fast enough, each trying to out-do the other. Get asked if I'm going to cook...for them...and annoy mommy since they like my cooking better (snicker, tee hee). Get asked about baseball. The grandkids make sure we see their gifts for us and of course I have a new RED "NANA LOVES BASEBALL" hat. The dogs go wild, the kids jump on grandpa - and demand to see his new sunburns on his chest and back. He immediately tackles all three and they love it. My teeth are killing me from the dental work last week but there's nothing I can do about it for at least a week. The girls take all the hair bows I brought from home and are deciding who gets what...and then OF COURSE, they try to put the bows in the dogs hair...Needless to say, the dogs are having none of it. ahhhhhh...life is good. Practice for Desert Classic can wait.