We went to a fancy restaurant with my family on Xmas eve... and I bit into a metal twist-tie that had fallen into the rice. It made a bloody hole in my gum and earned me an apology from the manager and a free meal, which was a very small consolation at the time.
Then we saw Tony's family on Xmas day... but traffic was horrendous and we ended up spending almost five hours in the car for a two hour visit. Now I'm the Evil One for announcing that we're not doing the superlong-drive-on-the-day-of-a-holiday thing anymore. But as far as we're concerned, we'll all still be family on the 26th. Or the 27th. And turkey tastes just as good on those days.
At least Gabe seems to be getting better. Barring any surprises, he doesn't need another insulin check for four weeks! Woohoo.
