right here in my living room
I am in serious need of some pyjama days.
The OFKAR made it home on Wednesday night. Yes, the very same Wednesday that saw Vancouver all but closed down with snow and flooding and ice raining down on vehicles from the brand new Port Mann bridge. That Wednesday. I fretted all day. First that she would make it to the airport unscathed, and then that the airport was going to remain open with no flight cancellations. Because of course I never buy flight insurance.
The ensuing three hour delay was a welcome tradeoff, especially since it gave me time to get some presents wrapped and under the tree before the Offspring walked in the door. I came off looking like a Christmas ninja.
Since then the days have been rather hectic. With each passing hour the traffic gets more congested and the stores more hectic. A couple of days ago, the OFKAR and I made a trek to the library, which shares a parking lot with a major mall. We parked far from the craziness and walked over to the library, which completely threw the traffic cop off his game. It was insane enough that there was a cop directing mall traffic on December 20, but we then had to stop and tell him where we were heading so he could flail his arms in the right direction. I don't even want to speculate on the craziness that would have ensued if the library had been located next to the really big mall in town.
Last night's snow made the roads nice and slick so all the last minute scramblers were forced to slow down. That didn't stop me from seeing a half dozen pretty significant collisions when I headed across town this morning to give the OFKAR a lift home from the sleepover she had with her in-town peeps. This was followed by the season's major grocery shop. Our normally sleepy little mall was an exercise in stupidity with cars tetrising themselves into every conceivable spot.
We are now all safely ensconced in our toasty warm home, with ribs in the oven and the tree lights glistening off the presents piled beneath (including the one that the Slightly Retarded Kitty has already tried to unwrap).
And this big glass of red wine at my elbow says I am not leaving the house in the foreseeable future.