You know how when you were a kid, there was always one house in the neighborhood where all the kids went and hung out, and there was always kool-aid in the fridge and it was a constant party and everyone was there?
That's my brother's house.
We're going over in an hour.
Tomorrow we drive home, and with luck, there may be Christmas photos tomorrow evening. (Depending on how awful the drive was and how homicidal I am when we get home.)
I hope all of you are having a lovely day, wherever you may be, whether you're celebrating the holiday or not.
'Cause in two hours I'm gonna be whacked out from a horde of people, dealing with a baby on sugar and toy overload.
We'll be sure to get photos.