She called and asked if we minded if she stopped by.
She is now ensconced in the girls' room playing campout. I have had a bit of conversation, a cup of tea, and the time to empty and restack the dishwasher, clean up the kitchen counters, find the missing, off-the-hook, portable phone, right the knocked over pc, find the escaped track ball and scan LJ. (I had to see if the thing was working, after all.)
The girls think Aunt Carol is the most wonderful person in the world. Right now, I do too.