And, so, another holiday passes under the bridge. The better-half and I were worn out when we got home around 7 last night. We attended to the electronic part of our world and then we commenced with the drinking. Seriously, what else were we supposed to do? This is, knock wood, the MIL’s last holiday at home (unless she starts celebrating President’s Day) as she should be moving into some sort of assisted living in the next couple of months. Of course, we’ve had some bad Christmases with her (due to her bitchiness) but this year it was more pathetic than anything else.
My father is on drugs this holiday season due to an undiagnosed condition, the doctors are still trying to figure it out, that causes upper back pain–ask me–it’s Karma. I’m so detached that it makes me feel a little guilty, but then what’s to be expected after 5 1/2 years of crappy treatment?
Because I can’t actually post something this bleak: the Nieces were awesome-each in their own way. My sister and brother-in-law did a nice job hosting Christmas breakfast and I was able to rib my Florida sister via email. Ahh, life is good.
I like the idea of Christmas breakfast. I may have to remember that next year, and just order Chinese for dinner.
At least part of your day was good! Thankfully we don’t have to deal with family at Christmas.