Late last night I sent Ivon the following texts:
Ate so much I think I may die…
And if I do, I just want you to remember one thing…
Please delete my search history.
The menu last night consisted of: soup, eggplant parmigiana, cannelloni, roasted shrimp, baked mussels, salmon, trout, meat, various cheeses, olives, crackers, bread and bagels, peppers both roasted and fried, and numerous desserts. I consider myself fortunate mom forgot to serve the meat pies – and the other half of the desserts.
By the time I finished, I was ready for bed. Our visiting neighbors, on the other hand, were pretty damn lively and partied well past 11 p.m.
I envied the dogs and their ability to just doze right off while still remaining an integral part of the gathering.
My sis brought her new pup, Kona. She’s running a DNA test to check his breed status. I say part Husky, part Rotty, and part Doberman. Guesses?
Then, this morning, I was up bright and early (10 am IS early for Christmas Day!) for a walk with Bubba and my two gals – sporting their parkas.
My sister came over for the unwrapping-of-gifts, but first…lunch!
Akemi and I prepared our own plates. Guess whose is which.
Your shameful assumption that Akemi’s dish is the one with the salad (while mine is the one laden with leftovers) only serves to reinforce gender stereotypes and antiquated cultural notions…however accurate.
Then, we unwrapped presents! Highlights included cufflinks, individual-ice-cream makers, a jar of nutella with my name on the label and these handmade Jelly and Maximus key chains Akemi imported from Japan…
By the time the dust, ribbons, and wrapping paper settled, I was exhausted and ready for bed –
Unfortunately for me, it was only 2 p.m.