I made it home. It took me 6hrs where it usually only takes 4.5 but I made it I'm here. Christmas tradition isn't exactly going as usual this year. My Bushia is sick so my parents had traditional perogie dinner complete with wapauteck (I have no idea how to spell it).

Since Bushia is skipping out I got to have a Xmas eve dinner of deep dish spinach pizza which is pretty much something I can only get here. We are also skipping midnight mass and instead spent the entire evening in front of the tv. We watched a Christmas story, saint Olaf choir, and now midnight mass from the vatacin.

Wait let me take away that we. I'm blogging through it and both of my parents are now sleeping in thier respective recliners. This is the way to do church right!

Whenever I come home I am so surprised at the amount of talking that is required when cohabitating with family. Maybe it's just because they don't see me often but really I don't think my family are over talkers.

I for all intents and purposes live alone, I go hours he'll I've gone days without speaking a word and I don't mind it one bit. It's kinds nice they are asleep now I can rest my vocal chords.

Tomorrow it's the extended family which is never complete without asking about my love life and lesbian accusations from my cousin.

It truely is the most wonderful time of the year.


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