Like most people, I'm spending my time these days cooking appetizer after appetizer to bring to various family functions. I would say it's tedious and stressful, but I actually like to cook. I like presenting my families with things I've made with my own hands (even if they're not entirely of my own design) and seeing their faces light up with taste pleasure. Tonight I'm bringing several snacks to Chris' family party, and tomorrow I'll bring a couple different items to my own family's dinner.
Usually when we see Chris' family, it ends up being a Sunday and we've, more often than not, had a pretty rough morning. My future mother-in-law likes to drink wine (who wouldn't?) and always offers me some, and I always decline. Not tonight, though. Hell no. When she asks to fill my glass I will say, "Yes, ma'am, and keep it coming," because damn it, it's Christmas. Jesus would want me to drink, I think. I mean, didn't he enjoy a glass or two with his bros? Come on. And tomorrow, when I find myself being pushed to the bitter end of my tolerance for...well, everything...will I have some wine? You bet I will. All of it. Having taken Wednesday off from work, I plan on enjoying Christmas the way it was meant to be enjoyed: while saying crazy shit to your family and not remembering any of it.
Ahh, holidays. I really have a nice, warm feeling about this.
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