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A Slightly Condensed Version ...

...of Christmas 2010.

We came. We Christmased. We almost drove into Mexico....WHAT?!

Juarez, to be exact. A slight wrong turn in El Paso (thank you ~choiceword~ GPS that took us on a ridiculously long detour through Nashville to get to Memphis...blah...youaredeadtome) left us scratching our heads about the abnormally large number of border patrol vehicles, the poor looking homes with dirt roads, and that hard-to-miss ginormous fence complete with barbed wire. "Hmm...," we both said, "Do you think that's Mexico?" And yes, dear readers, it was. It was Juar-freaking-ez. 

Anyway, we arrived home safely, without Mexican stamps in our passports! 

Christmas itself was perfect, I was so happy to be back in the 75 degree weather! Woot! But I won't bore you with details of the day, just know it was awesome and warm. I may be sharing some of my nerdy gifts soon, once they are ejected out of my car (still working on unpacking, I know mom, I'm horrible at these things). 

But, alas, I am generally happy to be home with the BF, the wiener dog and Gordo, even if we don't have water (the BF is fixing our shower). I am also looking forward to trying some of the suggested recipes!! Thanks everyone. 

Happy New Year!

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  1. You don't have the car unpacked!?!? and here I thought you would already be using all the thoughtful gifts you got for Christmas. HaHa!
    Love, Mom

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