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So, how did they go...how did they go. I'd have to say that Sunday and Monday were good. Real good. I almost wouldn't change a thing. Tuesday? A whole 'nother ball of wax.

On Sunday, which was xmas eve, I went with Undercover Brother to his dad's place. Not really ever a fun trip, but I'd have to say but I'd have to say this time was actually ok. Certainly bearable, which is more that we ever expect. Miss Boo, had been invited to spend the day with Boyfriend's family, fortuitously getting her off the hook from visiting Big J. I've known UB's dad for about 8 years now and each year he says the same thing, "I didn't get out to the store this year, so I just gave you money so you can get what you want." Heh. I get a kick out of him saying that because he so believes that it's different than any other year. It's always the same total amounts, too, except that this year my check was $5 less and Miss Boo's was $5 more. Evil daughter-in-law or whatever. Since Miss Boo wasn't along this time, she sent a nice thank you note which thrilled Big J to the brink of tears. I guess she earned her extra five spot.

Monday. I had my morning scheduled to the minute. I like it when things flow the way I've anticipated. I'm anal that way. So. We got up and opened our presents. UB and I have had some challenges to over come in buying for each other. This year, like many others, UB ordered what he wanted and told me about it.
(Not exactly, this one, but you get the point.)


I wanted more of a surprise but not too much of one, so I gave him a list-a Word document with hyperlinks and instructions NOT to buy everything on the list. Believe me, that's way better that's way better than our first xmas together when he bought me four or five sexy lingerie items from Victoria's Secret. Most didn't fit my modest girls and had to be boxed for exchange. Unfortunately that box was a little too near the xmas trash and was pitched along with the contents. This year, I was the proud recipient of peace sign earrings and a Skagen watch . Good job, UB!

Being a little ahead of schedule, I opted to shower before prepping the turkey and popping it in the oven. Out of hte shower, dressed, not makeup yet and still working on my hair, I hear UB saying, "My mom's here. She just pulled in the driveway." Nearly two hours early. Yikes.

UB was tasked with entertaining his vivacious mother while I finished getting ready, got the turkey in and set out some little nibblies. Eventually even UB began pacing to the front door willing my parents to arrive soon. I was never so glad to see my parents, too.

Dinner turned out to be wonderful and my cranberry chutney was a hit. Even UB who had flat out told me he wouldn't even try it, ended up trying it and liking it...just like Mikey. Ha!

The presents were a trip. My parents, of course, gave cash and this year Miss Boo got five times what we got. Kids. For some reason UB's mom gave some really strange gifts. I mean really, next year when we say really, don't get us anything...we'll mean it. UB and Boo both got identical clock radios, and I got two shiteously ugly, too big Sag Harbor sweaters. Sag. Harbor. One was pepto pink and the other was purple on purple polka dots. I didn't get a picture of them but I did show the girls at work who said, "Hasn't she ever seen the way you dress?" Apparently not. Fortunately, I go to a retirement community/nursing facility twice a week for work, and I was able to dump them on donate them to a resident there.

All in all, a nice day, though. Parents came, food and company was enjoyed, and parents left. Miss Boo was a joy and when Boyfriend called and invited her for xmas evening at his grandparents, we didn't feel badly letting her go. She did her family time. And yeah, she came home with a card and cash from Boyfriend's grandparents, too. Seriously, people LOVE Miss Boo and that is truly a blessing. She's really a good kid, kind of quiet, very polite, yadda yadda. I think that's what made December 26 such a horrible day...


to be continued...

Labels: family, holidays

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