Life Goal: Get a Gavel

We had a fantastic time in Florida supporting Gaylen as he takes the accounting world by storm. Yes, he is now officially Mr. NASBA, head of the National Association of State Boards of Accountants, the guys (and gals) who administer the CPA exam around the world, set and enforce standards, and punish fraudulent accountants.

And, as you can see, when you reach such a peak in this or many other fields, you get . . . a gavel! Congrats, G! Wield it well!

This also means that for two more years, Coco and G will be traveling the world for conferences and such, and I am seriously contemplating quitting my job to be her travel buddy. And let's not forget my new NASBA aunts, Taut Beth (they use the French "taut" instead of aunt in Louisiana, from which Beth hails) and Aunt Maxine (my new sewing instructor). Have to see them. And we have to defend our title—our group won Pluto's great adventure in Epcot. I have a pin to prove it.

We danced our little hearts out the last night on the Indiana Jones stunt stage at the NASBA gala, where Kim and Jon had their palms read and Gaylen was embarrassed royally by a belly dancer. A good time was had by all.

And Seth, that sweetheart—who, along with two of Gaylen's firm partners, made the trip out to cheer G on—agreed to bring her band to play Niels' wedding . . . whenever that is . . .