I made it home to the parents’ house finally, though without the furball since she adamantly refused to get in her carrier after an hours-long standoff. Now the parents are out on a Christmas Eve Eve date to a movie and lunch, the little brother is still asleep (at noon, shocker) and I’m catching up on my holiday recipes courtesy of Southern Living’s holiday issue. Martha Stewart Living is on deck.
It’s good to be home for the holidays. Even if home isn’t far away.