Mr. Aggie, Andrew and I have thoroughly enjoyed Christmas at my parents.
There have been a lot of these.
Two of which we don’t know how we’ll get home.
But the best part has been spending time with family during the only one of these I can remember.
Around noon, we trotted out all the fabulous food leftover from yesterday. I looked from Mr. Aggie to my parents, who were fawning over A and offering him different samples of the food (again).
“Remind me, why are we leaving?” I asked.
Mr. Aggie looked back, the wheels already turning. “I don’t have plans. As long as I get to watch football tomorrow, I’m good.” (Oh, to be a man. Life seems so much simpler.)
So instead of loading down the SUV and trekking back home today, we’ve decided to wait until the morning. Which is awesome, because I just started my third book since we’ve been here.