I'm very thankful for RP.
That said, I was not thankful with RP this Thanksgiving, as this southward-wandering spouse of mine spent the better part of last week in Baja, Mexico, doing what he loves best:
Avoiding his wife and shacking up with men.
Alright, alright, surfing is what RP loves best and that's what he got to be thankful for (sans turkey) last week.
Truth be told, RP's Latin trek was my doing, as I knew if he fled the country I'd be free to hop a plane northward and spend some much-needed holiday time with the Radfords -- because in case you've forgotten, I'm sacrificing some primo yuletide-cheer time to the Himalayas.
And I did just that. Plus, since my flight arrived around 5 pm on Thursday, I got to enjoy all of the gorging without any of the prep-work. Eat your heart out, Little Red Hen.
That said, I did manage to tote a gluten-free, sugar-free, all-natural pumpkin pie through two airports, two airplanes, and one TSA check-point. And yes, I tried it first, to make sure it was worthy of the effort escorting it to Washington (It was.).
The highlights of the holidays include seeing three darling nephews and one beee-youuu-tiii-fulll red-headed niece. I was so taken by her I bought her a new Christmas dress forthwith, which is what you do when you're infatuated with someone (are you reading this, RP?).
Four days, three sub-freezing runs, one movie, one birthday, and a whole lot of turkey later, I came home to see my RP, who survived both the Mexican terrain and the time away from his beloved (football).
Now I have exactly 19 days to pack in the Christmas cheer before I leave the Christian world (and my ability to shower and drink from the tap) for Mother Everest.
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