Oh. Joy.

I get an e-mail yesterday from the husbands mother, seems she's going to be here for the holiday's. Look at me not doing the dance of joy.

And she also wrote:
"I thought you were going to send me some of the professional pictures from the wedding, I've been waiting for them."

Whatever. If she had bothered to show up for the wedding, I wouldn't have to send her pictures. She should call her son for a change and ask him if she wants them that bad.

So now my vacation is shot to hell. What I would like to do for Christmas is go to my parents home on the 24th and not leave until the 2nd. Spend all day on the 25th in my pj's reading a book. What's going to happen is I'm going to spend all my time at in-laws houses, listening to people I don't like talk about stupid things.

Husbands dad invited us to his house for Christmas Eve. Which is fine, we spent last year with my family. He also invited us to spend the night and watch the kids open presents. Something I am never doing again. The poor kids have to wait upstairs until the video camera is all set up before they can go and look at Santa gifts. And that's just wrong. Let them wake you up at 6, I still do.

I say this every year, but next year I'm going someplace warm and tropical for the holidays.