Don't take it too hard, dear reader, but this is it for blog postings for the next week. I'm headed down south with the Teenaged Daughter to visit the Aged Mother. Leaving the Hapless (not really) husband to handle the Teenaged Son. Don't worry, they both like pizza and hot-dogs, and there will be lots of hockey to keep them busy. (Sadly, I won't be there in the stands to shout "play nicely" if any testosterone-fueled teens - on either team - gets nasty and starts taking swipes at the brain pans of their opponents. Call me crazy, but I like my hockey sans thuggery. But that's a whole other story, isn't it?) Because it's a vacation, I'm not taking a cellphone, and I won't be tweeting, texting or sending endless messages on my Crackberry. Hey people, that's why it's called a holiday! Tell you what, though, I'll take the camera and if I come across anything must-see in the home decor section of Target, I'll snap some pics and share them when I get back. Au revoir!