Home for the Holidays

Have you ever seen Home for the Holidays with Holly Hunter (good lord that is a lot of H's)? That never happens in my life. But in my head, that is every holiday I've ever had or ever will have. Truly. It is not bad in real life. But because I have this dread and perception of holidays in my head...it's happening within me, even when all is ok in the real world. Screwy right? Right.

Anyway, I was just on Blue Bamboo, and saw that she had posted about her holiday plans. Travel on Command with MIL, FIL, GMIL, etc. Travel on command because the plans were made and she and her husband and kids were told to get the time off and get on board. I'm assuming this means a paid holiday...and all the natural encumbrances that come with that.

A few years ago, Mom and Bud decided they wanted to go to Hawaii along with Eve, J-sister and their families. We were ENCOURAGED to participate. We refused. We claimed poverty and work issues, but were honest with J-Sister that there was no way in hell we were up for travel trapped with Bud, Mom, Eve and her husband...we'll call him La-Z-Boy since he wasn't in our original cast at right.

And boy were we right. In the course of the vacation, Mom got stuck in an elevator and had a panic attack and La-Z-Boy decided to go off his anti-depressants. Can you imagine Hawaii being turned into a walking insane asylum?

Kip and I are coming up on our 20th anniversary. For our 10th we went to Hawaii - on our own - and I'd love to go back. But no way no how will it be in the company of these crazy people. Luckily the economy will likely keep all of us safely in our own homes.

So then, all I need to sweat about is the "Home for the Holidays' nightmares.