Well, hello! I hope your holiday was all things merry and bright.
My holiday was intense. Like screw with you brain intense. But we’ll get to that later.
A quick recap: Chicken Face and I had wrapped the gifts, packed the car and debated about the weather. I had missed Christmas with my family once when I was living in New York and since then, I’m not a fan of being sans family during the holidays. The snow over the pass was crazy, so much so that they shut down I80 completely, but I was determined to get there, even if it meant taking another, longer route. Chicken Face, being the good husband that he is, listened to my stupid plan and we started our journey.
By the time we were an hour or so into the drive, our incessant weather.com checking had confirmed what we feared: attempting to make it over the pass wouldn’t be a wise idea, and if we tried, it would likely take us 10+ hours of driving in dangerous weather to get home. We thought about every scenario, but with another storm hitting Sunday and another on Wednesday (when we were supposed to return home), but the decision was made: we’d forgo the holidays with our family this weekend and instead celebrate at a later time.
I don’t know why, but I went back and forth on that decision at least 100 times over the weekend. My little sister is pregnant and I so badly wanted to be there, but I also knew that the time with just Chicken Face would be fantastic.
So it was settled, we spent the weekend at the movies, Starbucks, exchanged gifts, I threw together a last-minute holiday party for my extended family, and took far too many photos of Lola.
Monday we both worked, followed by a relaxing night by the fire in our Christmas PJs. Cue the cheese…
Christmas morning we slept in, let Lola open her stocking, FaceTimed my family and made a delicious feast for two: veggie scramble, turkey bacon, pumpkin poppers and mimosas. We ate the whole damn thing.
I swear to you, she did this on her own.
Now comes the intense part. The part where we could be ashamed, but we just can’t because it was so damn good. We spent the rest of the day watching all of season one of Homeland.
You guys, WTF. This show. It’s an anxiety, adrenaline, TV addiction. We’d end each episode postulating our theories, sulking about how many hours of Showtime we’ve watched, then looking at each other, grinning, and hitting “play” on the next episode. Outside of a one-hour SkipBo game with my cousin, breakfast, and dinner, we did nothing but watch Homeland in all of its “my mind just exploded” glory.
It’s was unusual, it was lazy…and it was just what we needed.
Any other Homeland fans? Or any other lazy Christmas stories?