Sunday, December 21


In Boston, this snow would be child's play, and yet, here I am, housebound and compulsively checking Logan and Sea-Tac to see if I'll be able to get back home for Christmas as scheduled. Oh, the worry and anxiety of holiday travel, how I've missed you so. Well, the good news is this: I've introduced J.R. to the wonders of Dinty Moore beef stew, and I made him watch Mamma Mia! with me. Plus, I finally finished my damn holiday cards. Now all I have to do is pack and pray, people.

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