Christmas morning.
Maeve was up at 6:30am.
She woke everyone by 7:30am.
Gift opening was at 8am.
Done with gifts by 8:07am.
Maeve made the pancakes, and I fried up bacon and eggs.
Christmas was finished around 10am.
We decided to get a head start on our journey to “The Island”. It’s a 10hr ride without kids, or 11 if you drive through the night in good weather. We assume 12 hrs is good timing for a traveling mess like us.
The weather was beautiful, sunny, and 65. We headed out around 2pm and were on our way.
For some odd reason, we very mistakenly assumed there would be restaurants open for dinner, even if it was just a Cracker Barrel. Not quite. Around 7:30 we finally made our way out of the hell-hole that is Summersville (world’s largest speed trap. No joke, google it) and the only thing we found open were fast food joints in really creepy “hills have eyes” type of towns.
Of all places, we got stuck at an Arby’s. I mean, we were in West Virginia, so not much can be expected on Christmas night.
There’s nothing like fake beef and curly fries to spice up a holiday meal (or stink bomb a minivan). Words cannot describe how angry Bryce was at me for taking pictures.
So of course, for your viewing pleasure….
Merry Christmas!







