Going Places.

We went to Matt's sister's house this past weekend for his family's Christmas celebration. It was wonderful! It was absolutely everything I've ever dreamed of. I also went to the dentist on Monday and got my permanent filling. Boy, I forgot how nice it is to be able to chew on both sides of your mouth at the same time!

Julie said...
Well now I'm jealous. Was Christmas at Matt's sister's house better than Christmas at my house? What does she do that I don't? I NEED to know. Gotta keep up with the Joneses, you know. :) Love ya! P.S. I'm glad that your filling worked out well, too.

Pam said...
Of course not, YOUR house is my absolute favoritest place to go for Christmas! But don’t tell anyone that I said that…lol. Actually the two are very similar in that there is family, and the house is decorated beautifully, and there is lots of yummy food. Although, Matt’s sister has one up on you, but unfortunately there isn’t anything you can do about it. Matt’s grandparents, and parents, and both sisters and their children were all there. And they all don’t only love each other, they like each other, and it shows. Even if I could get my parents and grandparents in the same room, it would still suck because everyone is petty and stupid and won’t let go of the past. And I don’t have any brothers or sisters, and my step-ones don’t even speak to me. And everyone is always complaining that the food is too spicy/salty/hot, or not spicy/salty/hot enough. Or there are lumps in the mashed potatoes. Or, “I can’t believe she wore that, doesn’t she look like a slut?” or “Is it my imagination or is her butt now big enough to play Twister on?” Matt’s mom played the piano and everyone was singing Christmas carols and laughing. Everyone was appreciative of their gifts. None of the kids said, “Is this it?” or “What were you thinking?” or “I already have one of these, but mine’s a lot nicer”. Each gift was bought or made with careful consideration of the receiver. Nothing was bought in mass quantities “just because it was on sale” and then distributed to every person in the room. (Never mind the fact that Uncle Ira doesn’t own a cat, cat food was on special!) It was amazing. It’s like these people came right out of a Christmas movie. I bawled like an idiot right there in front of everybody I was so happy. It’s the same feeling I get when I see your Dad with Connor, except multiplied by twenty. It was beautiful.