Well, apparently, I was overreacting.
To life.
Which I have a huge talent for doing.
OR, maybe a little bit o' the Christmas Spirit can do you some good.
Or some dirty jokes, which Phyllis' father has a penchant for telling.
L.A.M.B.'s in-laws are in town. That's right, Phyllis' parents have come for a visit. And I love me some English in-laws.
I also love me some of L.A.M.B.'s momma, who was courteous enough to invite us over to her house on Christmas Eve. For some unbelievable food and Cosmo's, courtesy of d.h.
This evening reminded me that family isn't always about blood. It's who you love and who you share it with. And I'll be leaving on a jet plane tomorrow to share it with family, all of whom I adore.
I will still feel empty without dh.
L.A.M.B. and I became friends in Saipan about 6 years ago - September of this one she opened her house to me and helped me get my "stateside legs".
You just don't do that for anybody.
Well, maybe she does, but I don't want to know.
Maybe if I remember some of those dirty jokes tomorrow, I"ll let y'all know.
My Christmas advice? Follow your instincts.
And to all a good night.

Much Love.

Alex.