Christmas Eve at my dad and Liz's with the kids. A bit chaotic, perhaps. I suggested Chinese and then had no idea how to successfully implement the idea. In a panic I ordered it at around 1 (I had heard horror stories about how crazy Ginger Garden gets, and they had turned off time-specific online ordering) only to find that it was ready by 1:30. Oh well, that's what the microwave is for. I think next year we should get a damn pizza.
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