We went to my mother in laws house for the day. My daughter drove all the way up, which was a little scary (she doesn't like driving the big vehicle) but she did okay. While there, my sister in law, a government minon of moderately high stature, spent too much time telling us how much money the government wastes. A little of that conversation went a long way, and there was more than just a little. And they had much food, of which some was useful. On the way home, we had an extended conversation with our daughter about college and picking a career, and that was good.
Then we got home and found that somehow, without the cat in the room (because the door was closed), the Christmas tree had fallen over. Only broke one ornament, which was good. Right up until my favorite one, the Waterford crystal fleur de lis, fell as I was fixing another one, and managed to fall on the one spot under it that wasn't carpet.
Still, the conversation on the way home was good.
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