To there and back again

Just a quick note to document the day as I need to get to bed early and get lots of rest. Tomorrow will be my 100th post, so I will need plenty of time to do the traditional 100th blog jig for ya'll.

I got up at the buttcrack of dawn (I actually woke up at 4:30am, 30 minutes before my alarm was set for, although I continued to lay there and wait for it to go off (heh) then hit the snooze alarm every 4 minutes for almost an hour) and was ready to go when Dar got here at 7:15.  Once we got on the interstate, I tried writing on the fly, but it just doesn't work for me.  I was too busy to concentrate, trying to bore holes in the fog with my eyes and "helping" Dar drive by grabbing the dashboard and gasping like someone had hit me with a cattle prod every time she changed lanes or speed.  I did get my laptop out and tried to type, but between my duties (heh) as shotgun and trying to see through the weirdly bright considering the fog glare on my screen I only gave it about ten minutes before I decided to hang it up and just enjoy the day and write later.

We surprised her family, as her niece, *looks pointedly toward Destin* had not read my post ^^arched eyebrows^^ yesterday announcing our intentions to attend the Christmas program. So much for me spoiling the surprise, eh Dar?  We visited for a short while and admired their precious new Yorkie puppy, then headed off for the church/school.

The program was wonderful.  I loved loved loved watching at all those cherubic little faces earnestly singing their hearts out, in some cases at the top of their lungs.  It was wonderful watching Santa arrive on a firetruck, and my heart melted at their sincerity as they told him what they wanted for Christmas.  I especially enjoyed knowing that after they ate their weight in cookies and drank enough lemonade to float a boat and were bouncing off the walls and making their parents wonder if someone had replaced their little angels with SATAN'S SPAWN, I would be safely back at home, tucked in here with my laptop and all of you in Blogsville.  Because much as I love them in the abstract, most of them would drive me bat shit crazy within 24 hours.  Except maybe that middle child.  *shakes head*  He steals my heart every time.

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