We are desperately trying to pack and load the car for our 13-hour trip to the homeland. Of course we are going to take all the presents we're giving the kids so we can then haul them back 800 miles along with all the other presents our incredibly generous family will bestow upon them. This is a major point of contention between me and my semi-sweet husband. "Why don't we just open them now?" I asked. After 15 years of marriage I suppose I should have known better.
I am cranky. I am tired. I have PMS and the only chocolate in the house is some kind of nasty dark stuff. I don't see this ending well.
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