So all is not well in Barzeyland. Last night, my younger sister unloaded on me. Every name in the book I was called. She even accused me of being more affectionate with my cat Choo-Choo than her daughter. Now who would be jealous of a cat? And what did I do to deserve this verbal assault in my own f**cking home? Well I asked her if she planned to take some of her things home. After all, she does live here in Chicago. Thus, I saw no real reason to have her and her daughter’s gifts still spewed across my living room floor.
Well, it’s a full house. I can already see scenes rivaling those in movie titled:Home for the Holidays.
Btw, after 2 hours of shopping, I gave up. I still have two more presents to go. I have no idea what to get.
My nephew arrived yesterday earlier than expected so I didn’t get some of my chores completed. Now 18, it seems like only yesterday he was just a baby.
My sister on the other hand, has not yet arrived. Somehow I managed to get the dates mixed up. She arrives today. Luckily I figured this out before heading to the airport. Shortly, I’m heading off for some shopping. With only three days to go before Christmas, I haven’t really bought anything yet. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get some good deals. Wish me luck!!
It’s about 16 hours before my sister and nephew arrive. I’m almost done making the place look presentable. But, I am suddenly feeling panicky. They will be here until January 2nd. While I am glad they w’ll be staying with me, I am nervous about the whole thing. My younger sister and her daughter who lives here in Chicago will also be spending Christmas with us. This is the first time since Mom died 8 years ago that we will all be spending Christmas together. This should make for interesting times.