Most years, when you have kids in the family, there’s that one gift that someone gets that just becomes an instant, ridiculous hit with everyone. My nephews got a Wii this year, and I think the grownups were even more excited than the kids were. (My dad watched two seconds of gameplay and said, matter-of-factly, “We’re gonna have to have one of these.”) We passed those controllers around from morning until late into the night.…
For one reason or another, my parents’ house is full tonight: Mom, Dad, my brother, me, my sister, my nephews, and my grandmother. I was originally slated to sleep with Grandmaw, which was old hat after last week in the mountains, but she left her C-Pap machine at home and is snoring off and on and, I tell you what, despite the fact that I am a snorer myself, I just absolutely cannot sleep with…
In just a few, I will be joining the shuffling throngs — again — to try and wrap up my shopping. Plopping a “vacation” and a couple of days of sickness right in the middle of December really threw off my timing and I’ve only just now gotten to paw through the bags of acquired knickknacks in my closet to see where I stand on everyone. I feel like I’ve been assembling Christmas gifts since…
My mother keeps approximately eighteen unused Christmas wreaths in the attic at all times, and over the weekend when I was up there getting decorations down for her, she told me to take one — no, two! no, three! no, twelve! — home with me. So I did. Take one, that is. I picked a plain one that just came with a big red bow, which I unceremoniously ripped off because it didn’t quite match…
The family re-enacted Thursday’s dinner for me today. It was carb-tastically awesome, of course. And then my mom demanded that we go into the living room and take a family picture. So we mustered up all the maturity we could. And now we’re pulling boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations out of the attic. It looks to be a very long night.
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