Let the celebrations begin. Despite my last attempt to thwart our trip this morning, we’re off to see the “fam.”
And not only do I have to worry about the endless hours of visiting, I also get to stress about crashing off the side of the icy mountain and dying on the way there. I’m not sure which scenario is worse.
We're already behind schedule. So, flask in hand, and off I go. Merry fucking Christmas.