Well, Christmas dinner was fun..i think.
I asked my cousin how she was doing..shes the mother of one of the hoodlums..and i got to hear a 20 minute play by play of all the grief her son is giving her.
Yay.
There was plenty of food. Turkey, 2 kinds of sweet potatos, 8 POUNDS of okra (and we killed it. all that was left was one little plastic baggy), angel biscuit, green beans, some apple cheese thing, dressing..i cant even remember what else.
YUUUUMMMMMM. Okra..
I, as always, sit at the kids table with my four male cousins, the hoodlums and the delenquints. One hoodlum and one delenquint just got out of rehab this week. one for alcohol and one for meth. so they sat at the table and compared rehab centers.
“No man, the food was soo good, i almost didnt care i was sober!”
interesting.
then, after all the clean up, the ladies sqeeing over mom’s new josh groban cd, the boys decimating anything that resembled food, it was off to the grandparents to open MORE presents.
grandmother kept apologizing for me not having anything to open (i had plenty), and that i should blame my mother for it.
Seeing as my mom has been running back and forth to the hospital to check on my grandma (her mother), and didnt have time to go shopping, im not exactly going to get upset about not having eight thousand things to open.
daddy fell asleep in his chair while we were doing presents, and i was lying on the floor trying to catch Pez bubbles in my mouth as my cousin was blowing them. poor mom just looked exhausted.
and we dont know when grandma will get out of the hospital.
Merry Something anyway.