January 3, 2012


I haven't spent so many consecutive hours awake since I was a teenager.  After 8 days, 100 games, eating our weight in lobster for James' graduation, a million cups of coffee, a visit from the cops and the fire department, the mysterious disappearance of Lindsay's gift from James (If a betta fish is kept in a drinking mug, it's bound to be poured down the drain by accident right... right? me=1 Gus=0)  homemade Christmas hats, a surprise New Years night when Mrs. Thriftary and Burley's flights were canceled, a dozen drives around town, and a million rendition's of Nativity's audtion scene...

"The pipes. The pipes." (SERIOUSLY. Watch that movie if you haven't already.)

The dreaded day finally came.  6 hours ago the last McConnell hit the road and I sadly closed the door and packed up the holiday decorations.

After taking the Christmas tree out back and starting an overdue load of laundry, I'm back in the easychair, toasting my feet by the fire, and nursing a serious headcold.  (It's so bad I've resorted to the "back home" method of taking shots of apple cider vinegar.  I'll let you know how that goes.)

In the meantime, I'm already missing everyone.

Hope you had a Merry Christmas and have enjoyed your first few days of 2012!


Kara said...

So sad your family is gone! I'd like to hear more about the poor little betta though! Why was he in the mug?

Julie @ The Smitten Mintons said...

Sad for poor beta fish, but it sounds like an incredible time! I love that y'all had 3 different houses. And I love that McConnell family!