My brother has been sitting on the couch for over an hour watching and screaming at a computer-generated football game. My father has just joined him. Chalk one up to another masculine characteristic that I personally will never understand.
One-and-a-half days into Christmas break. Lauren and I left Provo around 1:30, drove the speed limit most of the time home, and pulled into our driveway around 2:45, only to see our next door neighbors roasting a pig's head on a spit in their driveway. I kid you not. Apparently they had been at it all day, beginning with two piglets and climaxing with an adult head. Joy to the world.
This morning was the famous and infamous law firm Christmas party. Saturday morning brunch at Little America in Salt Lake. To quote my brother, "Bacon, eggs, sausage, and ham. As much as you want." Not to mention the neverending fount of hot chocolate.
An entire family excited to go to Dad's work party probably isn't something anyone ever hears about, but this is something we all look forward to all year. Massive amounts of food. Playing the crystal water glasses. Did I mention the food? And Santa. The bonus this year was that someone finally made the executive decision that the older kids--specifically the older girls--did not have to sit on the jolly elf's lap to get their present. I'll let you draw your own conclusions.
The other addition to this year's festivities was the Santa's announcement that no one could open their presents until everyone had theirs. I guess he was getting back at us for the "no girl over 12" rule. Sven and Lauren solved this by opening each others.
So that's day 1.5, with the noted exclusion of my night life, which has consisted of making ramen or some other form of pseudo-pasta with my 10-year-old sister, watching a movie (last night was Shrek 2), and crashing before midnight. What is this world coming to?
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HMP: Was that in Brazil?
Kapka: It took the office manager being called up to sit on his lap as a "surprise" two years ago. And the Little America has become tradition now--it makes the partners feel successful.
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