Last night, I got home from work around 6:30 (how does a 10 minute drive TO work end up a 20+ minute drive FROM work?) and helped with a couple last minute things before Gene’s brother and his family arrived. And then I took White Dog and put my feet up on the sofa and geeked until the pizza arrived. And then I geeked until the family arrived. It felt soooo good to relax; yesterday had been a day full of chills and thrills (when Boss Man called me into his office, the last thing I expected was a promotion) and honestly, I should have had Gene chill some wine.
Inlaws arrived around 8, we ate dinner (yummm, Donatos Pizza I love you!) and then hung out in our awesome living room to play Forza on XBox (it’s a driving game, although mostly the nephews drove cars into walls). My job was to make sure the dogs and children were gentle with one another (Scooby lasted about 45 seconds before making a beeline to his kennel, only emerging when he heard the word ‘treat’ and Betty was braver but mostly sat in my lap).
Inlaws left around 10 and then I started making apple pie. Yes, I did double check the oven to make sure nothing was left in there accidentally. By about 11:30, the pie was done (and looks delicious!) and I was back on the couch, geeking, watching The Mentalist on DVD and getting an extremely well deserved foot rub. (Seriously, I wonder if I can get a massage on Black Friday?).
Today, Gene has made the bean dip, started the mulled wine and in a few minutes (or when my chair stops being so darned comfy) I’m going to make Pumpkin Crunch. I promise. But right now, the fireplace is going (hooray for gas logs!), the dogs are curled up in front of it (and so damned cute!) and I kinda wish I’d just bought a pie.