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Christmastime

January 16, 2009

Our mostly-annual Rosp family open house was a little impacted by out plumbing adventures earlier over the break.  So much so, actually, that we ended up throwing the whole party next door.  The lads next door were generous enough to offer their house as a locale for our family open house, and once that was all said and done, our house was pretty packed with food we’d brought back over.

Suddenly, it was Christmas and our house was full again.  Grandma & Grandpa showed up on the 24th, and an Aunt turned up at the same time, ’cause she heard the snow was supposed to get worse.  We were all ready to take off to religiousity; but we got a few phone calls frantically telling us that the minister was snowed in and the service was cancelled.

Christmas day had a couple of cousins turn up as well as assorted family friends; it was a pretty full house for Christmas dinner.

After dinner I ended up spending a good hour in the street, digging out a seemingly endless stream of bogged-down cars.  After one of our neighbours kids got bogged down 3 times getting from the corner to their house, I gave up and went inside for hot apple cider.  Finally, it was time for bed.  At 9:30.  I barely made it up the stairs, falling asleep at the table and on the sofa before giving up on being social and just going to bed.

I slept until 2 on Boxing Day, waking up briefly to say goodbye to the grandparents, and then moving to the sofa to do fuck-all for the rest of the day.  It was wonderful.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. January 16, 2009 4:14 pm

    is it wrong that all i want to hear about is “the lads next door” ?

    Uh, not really. I doubt they’re your type, though.

  2. January 17, 2009 6:56 pm

    Replied.

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