Tonight I will come home and let you know about my weekend and holidays. Should I start with the man with the stomach flu on my plane ride home? The childish emails from my estranged "father"? The 70lb labrador named Jeebus? I don't know but it will be writing with a glass of wine, my favorite blanket, and my favorite embarassing songs playing. Right now I will rush to get dressed and do Christmas day dinner with my Italian side of the family. Yesterday involved no alcohol so I am desperately hoping for some wine at this dinner.
(Side note: Right now I am missing the Israeli. He had some surgery done and I wish I could be there with him but I know he is okay because he is with his mom. Maybe it's listening to "Baby, it's cold outside" but the wintertime is lonesome without him to spend it with and so are family dinners...)
