It’s not Christmas unless Jerry and I get lost in the woods and almost die. Apparantly, the sun also sets, and it is hard to see a snow covered trail in the dark. We just closed our eyes and walked toward the smell of cooking turkey. Met some very nice strangers that way who drove us home.
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Since I’ve been home I’ve done:
– 3 loads laundry
– Driven 100 miles
– Loaded the dishwasher twice
– Played 14 hours of PS2
– Wrapped 27 gifts
– Made 62 meatballs
– Drank 7 Guinness
All is well. Merry Christmas.