So the Monforton children have affectionately named our Christmas Eve party, "The Annual Shitshow." With all the preparations, yelling, and planning that takes place, "shitshow" is a rightful name. We are now T-minus 24 hours and counting:
The basement is clean.
The shopping is finished.
Joey is hungover, but optimistic about tomorrow's cooking performance. (He had Leo's for lunch, which helps any hangover or mild illness.)
Dave and Jennie are en route to Casa Mofo.
Let the games begin.
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