Der Weg Zurück.
All righty, blogosphere. I'm stuffed to the epiglottis with cookies, monkey bread, and trifle. And it's only 0830 - all that's from the past two nights. Ugh. Now I'm hitting the road with a VW-load of presents, as my parents are skipping today's trip to let my sister rest at home with her inexplicable Australian virus. So I'm basically the Christmas mule.
Anyway. Here's hoping I don't die on some desolate stretch of Pennsylvania highway. Back on the 30th.
Anyway. Here's hoping I don't die on some desolate stretch of Pennsylvania highway. Back on the 30th.