I hope so, perhaps...
presenting presents, fireplace frolicking, Snuggler snuggling or nog noshing?
Good on ya! And a belated happy holidays!
Me...? A little less traditional. Let's recap while making a short story long.
The plan: picking up my big brother (aka MBB) and his fiance, Super Sister-in-Law (SSIL) at DFW. Arrival time 11:35pm on Christmas Eve. Then bring them back to the family holiday celebration. No problem, says I.
Mother Nature had other plans.
December 24=blizzard. Read all about the mess I got myself into here. I left at 6:00 pm for a routine three hour drive to the airport. Eighteen and a half hours later I had traveled a distance that usually takes me fifty minutes. 18-freaking-hours and 30-freaking-minutes!
And I foolishly didn't bring a book (or two), nor did I have my mp3 player...so I listened to pre-programmed Christmas music...for 18.5 hours. I NEVER want to hear another Christmas carol. N-E-V-E-R!
And then another three hours of icy-road driving to the airport. Luckily I had a pile of lovingly made ham sandwiches, a jar of Dijon, a gallon of spring water and a full tank of petrol.
Thanks MBB and SSIL for spending the night, and most of Christmas Day in the terminal.
Another four and a half hours and we finally were back for the holiday celebration, albeit a day late.
So take this as fair warning - next year I'm skipping Christmas. BAH-HUM-BUG!
