We are super excited that Christmas break is finally upon us. Derrick has one more final exam and then we're off to North Carolina to perfectly split our time equally between our two families! You can't let anyone get jealous of anyone else so early in your marriage. Remember that, ladies.
Part of our time is going to be spent holed up with Bill and Sandy H. off the Blue Ridge Parkway, minus internet, and the rest of our time will be spent eating Derrick's Mamaw's Balls of Fury. Get your heads out of the gutter. They're peanut butter-butterscotch balls, they're about 5,000 calories apiece, Christmas is incomplete without them, and you will die unhappy and unfulfilled if you never get to sink your teeth into one of Mamaw's balls.
It should be a really fun drive tomorrow. 12 wrapped gifts, 11 bottles of Leigh Ann's hair products (those points don't just happen, you know), 10 Christmas playlists that we hope Sandy H. won't deem obnoxious (Destiny's Child Christmas tunes, hello! Classic!), 9 DVDs for when DirecTV gives out in the mountains, 8 extra pounds I've already gained since Thanksgiving, 7 weathermen predicting wintry mixes, and ... 6, 5, 4 of ... something, 3 bottles of Prosecco, 2 cat anxiety pills and 1 super fat and adorable cat who would eat the partridge and the pear tree if given the opportunity.
So... good-byes can be awkward, much like the number 2011. Which is when we'll be back. Seriously, 11, what's the deal?
Have a great time!But don't show Franco this post--he looks a little chunky here...When will you be back for real (I can't do math)?
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