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i could spend a lot of time detailing my trip to new hampshire, but i'm too tired and i have to go work at that evil place first thing in the morning.
suffice it to say that we endured a very precise present opening marathon where each person opens one present at a time in order from youngest to oldest until everyone has opened all their presents. it took four hours. no joke. but i did get some good stuff.
i shopped at some lovely hippie shops, their new T.J. Maxx, and some outlets an hour away.
the latter shopping trip created some drama since john's mom was pissed at him that he wasn't hanging out at the house, which is funny because if we had stayed home, he would have just been in the playroom all afternoon with his new playstation games, not spending any actual time with the family. go figure.
then i had to listen to my own crazy mother go on about my brother, while she hid out from him at my house with my dog, trying to invite herself for an extended stay after we got back. i tried to politely decline, but i know she was pissed at me.
on all our driving adventures we passed through pea soup thick fog, rain, slush, and crap-ass roads. but john's car managed and we had some good tunes on the completely awesome stereo system in the new vehicle.
the highlight of the entire trip, though, was the couple in front of us at church on christmas eve. only in places like new hampshire could this couple exist. they were both elderly. the man had long, silver hair in a ponytail, a kilt (which john said was not a real kilt), work boots, and a mini tape measure attached to his keychain hanging from the beltloop on his kilt. the woman with him had on what i believe was a very real fur coat and was sporting a louis vuitton bag. only in new hampshire could these two be together.
suffice it to say that we endured a very precise present opening marathon where each person opens one present at a time in order from youngest to oldest until everyone has opened all their presents. it took four hours. no joke. but i did get some good stuff.
i shopped at some lovely hippie shops, their new T.J. Maxx, and some outlets an hour away.
the latter shopping trip created some drama since john's mom was pissed at him that he wasn't hanging out at the house, which is funny because if we had stayed home, he would have just been in the playroom all afternoon with his new playstation games, not spending any actual time with the family. go figure.
then i had to listen to my own crazy mother go on about my brother, while she hid out from him at my house with my dog, trying to invite herself for an extended stay after we got back. i tried to politely decline, but i know she was pissed at me.
on all our driving adventures we passed through pea soup thick fog, rain, slush, and crap-ass roads. but john's car managed and we had some good tunes on the completely awesome stereo system in the new vehicle.
the highlight of the entire trip, though, was the couple in front of us at church on christmas eve. only in places like new hampshire could this couple exist. they were both elderly. the man had long, silver hair in a ponytail, a kilt (which john said was not a real kilt), work boots, and a mini tape measure attached to his keychain hanging from the beltloop on his kilt. the woman with him had on what i believe was a very real fur coat and was sporting a louis vuitton bag. only in new hampshire could these two be together.
