Yesterday, I picked the “kids” from the airport. WWE and her must-not-give-his-name boyfriend arrived in the morning and my baby daughter arrived in the evening.
The airport is about an hour drive from home so I spend a great deal of time on the road.
Last week was all about cleaning the cave and hunting for something to stuff all those new mouth. It is an expensive undertaking, please feel free to send me any scrap of food you might want to get rid of... there is no end to what those guess eat in a single serving.
They didn't spend too much time visiting the house, they just went underneath the tree to see if anything was there with there name on.
They should have been disappointed as, except for myself, no one has been good this year. But somewhere it is written that parent has to love their kids... unconditionally... so there is things with their name under the tree. To keep secrecy, I'll refrain to say anything else about the “things”.
They are going to be in Florida for 7 days, so if I survived you will only hear from me after they are gone.
Meanwhile, have a great Christmas!