So the boy and I have decided to host Christmas dinner for my folks and his at my parents' place. My parents have a house that was born for entertaining - it was pretty much my Momma's dream house, and she waited years upon years to have such a place. This is a good excuse for Momma to harass my dad into doing more housework as well.
(She got him a vacuum for his birthday, and apparently things are looking up over there.)
I'm looking forward for my folks to see what an amazing cook the boy is. He did promise me that I'd be recruited into helping, and I'm totally down with that. Even if he is, as he puts it, a complete Nazi in the kitchen.
So this will be the first gift we give as a couple (a poor, poor broke couple) - a delicious meal for both of our parents. I'm so looking forward to this that I'm almost excited for Christmas this year.
My plans for the holidays are to have my own tree, to force us out of the bed at some gawdawful hour on Christmas morning so we can get to his niece and nephews' place to open presents, to have some family time, to celebrate the "us", and, most importantly, have the boy and me home by seven-ish so we can enjoy some quality time dreaming under the tree.
Bet you thought I was going to say some kind of different quality time.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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