A couple weeks back, Kerry asked what the kids were doing on the 21st. I said nothing besides the usual and it hit me that it was that time of year again. The Dinner.

Kerry’s wife has hosted a holiday dinner every year for the past 4 years. The boys always go. I think Kerry’s family is always invited but I think his mom has only came once. There’s never hatred but I always feel this twinge. This deep feeling of sadness. Why? I don’t know. The boys love to go. And I’m glad that when they come back home, they aren’t crying, angry or depressed. They genuinely have a good time. They play games like taboo, checkers, and Uno. They do computer games. Their only complaint is that they don’t get enough to eat so soon as they come home, they raid the kitchen.

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I am soooooooo glad this is a short week. We get Friday off so it will be a long 4 day weekend. And all I want from Santa is a lot of sleep. How bad is THAT? I have a birthday this weekend and that is all I can think about is where can I find a quiet corner to just curl up with my blankie and catch some z’s. No parties for me…just sleep. No dancing for me…just sleep. No alcoholic beverages….just sleep. No sexcapades….just…what EVER!! Ya’ll know better than that….
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