Because it really is personal…

We’re off to Mom’s later this morning. We’ll be back sometime Christmas Eve.

Pray that she’ll behave nicely.

Pray that I’ll be nice, too.

Pray for my sister-in-law’s peace of mind, and my brother’s as well.

Please, God, just let everyone be sweet to everyone else, that would be awesome.

Thanks,
Rootie

*sing with me*

“Over the hills and through the woods,
to Grandmother’s house we go.

Toting some spuds and some alcohol jugs,
calling the psych you know.”