Christmas Day

So today we had to get up earlier than yesterday, as we had to go to my mother's house and then my dad's. So we got up, got ready, made sure we had all the presents, and then headed out.

We went to my mom's first. My brother was there as well. And of course my mother's husband couldn't stop asking questions about this, that and the other thing. Whenever we see him it's like playing "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" without prize money at the end.

My mother seemed extremely cranky. I know she's stressed out right now, but it was like she was just in a seriously bad mood and didn't want anyone else having a good time either. Which is normally not like my mother at all. So who knows. We spent about 2 1/2 hours there and then went to my dad's. My brother followed us out there.

We were worried about having to spend time with my dad's girlfriend because no one likes her. And today was a good example as to why that is. We got there and had just taken off our coats and sat down after the hellos and what not. I gave my dad his gift, and his girlfriend her gift. Dad loved it. It was a Christmas tin with butterscotch candies inside, which are his favorite. So anyway, we haven't even been there for 20 minutes yet and my dad's girlfriend is on the phone with one of her daughters. While she was on the phone with her kid she decided she wanted to leave, go pick her daughter up, and go to her sister's house. Fine. Leave. Please!

But this is the part where it makes it pretty clear why we all hate her. Like I said, we hadn't even been there for a full half hour yet and she had made these plans out of the blue. Now please keep in mind that on Wednesday night I told my dad that we would be there between 3:30 and 4:30pm. We showed up at 4pm. So we were within that window. So this bitch of a girlfriend looks at my dad and says, "Are you coming with?" And my dad looks at her, and the three of us (my Husband, my brother, and myself) are looking at her like she has lost her mother fucking mind. We just got there, and it's a 45 minute drive from our place and she wants to drag my dad off? Fuck you bitch.

So my dad said, "No. The kids just got here. I'm not leaving." She moped and pouted, and took her sweet time getting ready. And right before she left she looked at my dad and said, "Are you sure?" And by this point my dad is angry with her, I could tell. And he says, "Yeah, I'm sure. I want to spend time with my kids." So she left.

We had the rest of the two hours we spent with my father in peace and we were all joking around and had a great time.

Master had told me right before we left that He wanted me to drive because His knee was acting up. No biggie there. So we get in the car and the snow is coming down hard. I couldn't see very well, and I have just recently realized that I should to wear my glasses when driving at night. And of course I left my glasses at home. But I kept going. I could see fine, but the visibility sucked due to the snow that was coming down. So I was doing maybe 30mph in a 55mph zone. And eventually, as we kept heading north, the snow got worse, and worse, and worse. Master had told me when we first started out that if I couldn't handle it, just to tell Him and He would drive.

So I'm trying to do my best cause I know His knee is bothering Him, but I also don't want to put either of us in danger. I'm a good driver, but I also know when I can't handle something. And I'm not too proud to admit that. So eventually I told Master, "Maybe You should drive." He nodded, and walked me through pulling over safely because I couldn't really tell where the median edge was. He got out of the car, I scooted over, He got in the driver's seat and we proceeded.

It got better the closer we got to home. But I'm so glad I asked Master to drive. I trust Him with my life, and I immediately relaxed once He took over.

So we got home just long enough to bring stuff inside, feed the dog, and headed back out. We didn't have many groceries at home and felt more like going out to eat anyway. So we used some of our Christmas present money that we got to go out to dinner. After dinner we decided to go to the porn store. Yay! Porn Store Christmas!

So we go in and have a look around. When we left I had a new outfit, a new pair of thigh high stockings, and we had a new porno.

Now we're home, finally, and are relaxing. Thankfully the holidays are over.