Thanksgiving was nice. A roasted turkey breast, creamed spinach, Toradol, Darvocet, cornbread, dressing, cranberry...the usual.
Christmas will be nicer. Less pharmaceutical, but nice. The Husband and I have decided to buy each other no presents this year. We will instead spend the money we would have spent on gifts (him: jewelry store) (me: geek crap) on a road trip to visit his 248 year old grandparents on their huge assed cotton farm in the bootheal of Missouri. We went up there about four years ago so he could See Them One More Time Before They Died but they haven't, so we're going again.
We both come from families with great road trip traditions. My family once drove to Montana from New Orleans by way of Omaha. Get a map. You'll see why we made fun of Daddy til the day he died over that one. For years, the Husband's family made a monthly pilgrimage from Houston to Missouri in a VOLKSWAGON BUG with the Mother, the Father and THREE children. IMAGINE. It's amazing that any of the children will even get in a car as adults.
And then there was that Thanksgiving trip I took with my father, step mother, one sister (and not the good one) and a step brother in a Lincoln Town Car. I think my mother knew my dad a lot better than my step mother did because she never let him buy a car with electric windows. She KNEW that he couldn't leave a gadget alone and sure enough, on the way back to Houston from Laurel, Mississippi, during an ICE STORM, Daddy was tormenting those of us in the back seat by rolling down the side window and locking it so it couldn't be rolled up until we were screaming in freezing, wet agony. After about 4,000 miles of this sort of fun, the window got stuck 3/4 of the way open. Times like this call for using Baby Of The Family Cute for all it's worth and I did get to move as far away from the open frrreezing rain hole as possible and still stay in the car. The step brother got stuck sitting by the ice and I always thought that was somehow appropriate because he always encouraged Daddy's "playful" side.
Ahhhhhh, family.Labels: husband, vacation |
