Breakfast - dad makes waffles and we eat little smokies and drink orange juice.
Gift giving - someone protests "I thought these were supposed to be just stocking stuffers!" as we dig into our respective packages. I got a lovely crackle glass vase, a Rachel Reah cookbook, a cool travel clock, and the best slippers that I haven't taken off since. I'm trying to figure out if I can wear them out to lunch with my friends today.
Lull before the storm - Sister slept, dad read his book, mom putzed in the kitchen, aunty disappeared in her room, and I read in the living room.
The storm - aunty2 and her brood arrived, sans former MissAKUSA. We learn immediately that said daughter has been engaged to be married "finally!" ("After 7 years, it's about time!" says aunty2.) We hear about the ring and the possibility of an island wedding.
Then comes the gift opening from which Sister and I are excluded since aunty2 has deemed her responsibility to us is at an end (to be fair, we don't give her gifts either, but we once had a very successful name draw that left me feeling less annoyed by the whole thing...petty? Perhaps. I'm not above a bit of pettiness now and then.).
Next comes the awkward conversation. To be fair MissAKUSA used to contribute quite a bit, so her presence was sorely missed. Dad was keeping things going at times...until the debate/argument about Ford trucks started. I nipped out at that point and came downstairs to check my e-mail.
Games - we all retreated to the breakfast room to play Apples to Apples and Uno, while uncle and dad watched a spaghetti western.
Storm departs and clean-up begins. The cats breathed a huge sigh of relief and the dog stopped looking so confused.
To bed. I've been having trouble sleeping at home the past couple of nights, but last night I slept without much trouble. I'm still missing my own bed sorely, but what can you do?