As I type this, I hear Mom and Bill clumping up the stairs to our front door. But they won't come in.
They're dropping off our Christmas presents and picking up theirs.
It sucks. We're T-1:45 hours from our annual Christmas Eve at Grandma Mary's and we're stuck in the house.
I shouldn't complain, but I didn't realize how much missing out on all the family festivities would suck big old hairy donkey balls.
Once we were sure they were well clear of our plague-infested door, Jay opened it to get our presents.
It immediately fixed my feeling-sorry-for-myself attitude.
Guess Christmas will be okay afterall.
2 comments:
And I DIDN'T nail a yellow "Q is for quarantine" flag on your door.
(The yellow towels were too washed out...)
Bill
I hate hate hate that you guys couldn't celebrate Christmas together.
And I especially hate that I can't even see a video to make up for it, ha!
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