Tonight went fairly hitchless… in reply to why we were so late arriving, we causally stated that we were trying to make grandchildren.*
Suddenly, our late arrival was acceptable.
White Elephant again found me receiving Hortons coffee while Steve got a Sabres ice/pint glass bucket.
(last night, I ended up with a Chia Pet and he got some Nerf dart guns which were broken within 10 minutes)
And now, quarter to twelve on Christmas Eve, I’ve finished my congratulatory Bailey’s and am ready for bed. again.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Real version: Steve had too much of a good time last night (7 pints of Guinness, 2 Blues, 2 White Russians and a couple chugs of “Apple pie moonshine”) and wasn’t able to hold anything down until 5pm. I meanwhile, did not want to get out of my Jammies until 4pm.