On the Road to Christmas Break

Three hours into our seven hour drive back to Nebraska, it's finally Christmas break. Thank God for Combos and beef jerky. Combos and jerky go with car rides like Asian swords and Navajo jewelry go with gas stations (classy stations I mean.) Speaking of, much to my delight we pass right by "the Biggest Gas Station in the Country" on our way home on I-80. Helluva place, helluva place. Always a treat to browse through that amazing store. I don't know why I even bothered Christmas shopping in Chicago when I easily could have taken care of everybody in one single stop. If you can't find at least one thing you like, even love, in a gas station well then you're a Nazi because that's just not American. Find me another place where you can purchase a stuffed raccoon, a porcelain doll and a ready-to-eat taquito all in one store. Exactly.

Anywhoville, I'm just hours away from unlimited couch time, excessive  appetizer eating, daytime drinking,  24/7 Ralphie,  going out at night and having awkward run-ins with old high school friends (kidding. I don't "go out" and I certainly didn't have friends) strolling through the lovely stores at the Sunset Plaza (Maurices, Vanity, JC Penny love them!!!) Panda Garden, getting antsy at Christmas Eve church like I'm still a five year old, getting super excited at church when my dad gives "the nod" that we get to skip out early,  relaxing at home with festive beverages, yummy food, and even better family feuds regarding overly competitive trivia games in pursuit of the coveted $10 Dairy Queen gift card. That has my name written all over it this year.
 
So much to do, so little time. My tummy is bloating just thinking about all of it. And I'm down to just three hours now... Yup...  Ugh this sucks. Hurry somebody post a new "model pics" album on Facebook to entertain me. Or an "I got the job" post that would require me to do a little stalking. Somebody give me a challenge, I'm dying here. No? No takers? Sweet just saw a new engagement come through on my Fb radar! Yesss this will give me some reading for at least the next five minutes. And I was scared I was going to have to resort to sweater party pictures! 

Well, keep on trucking. And I was totes kidding, I had friends. Like two, three if it was a good week.