Two days after getting back from PDX I had asked Mark if he had seen the Rocas that Grand Aunt P. had put into a box of stuff for us. (She is the "candy Aunt"). He said, "No."

Today, I found them. Behind a LOT of stuff and sneakly hidden in the corner of the girls' closet.

Secretly I laugh because in my family there is a sad, but true, story regarding me and Cheeze-Its, a bottle of wine, and a closet. (Mario, to you I can never apologize enough!!)