It never fails. I plan a trip to Mom and Dad's. I pack . . . carefully and (sometimes) sparsely. I return laden with a trunk full of . . . what?
I have no idea what my trunk is full of or where all this stuff keeps coming from. I've been trying to unravel this phenomenon for years now, but it never fails to occur, and I always fail to realize what's happening before it's too late.
This Christmas I was determined that it wouldn't happen. As a matter of fact, there was no way it could happen. I went home loaded up with Christmas gifts. Surely I would finally return to Jackson with less stuff than I had when I left.
HA!
I could barely close my trunk and filled up the backseat, too. ARG!
My current theory is that my parents are better at giving/ gilting stuff away than I am at saying no.
In other news: Aunt Melinda's chocolate truffles are the best, and at least if I bring them back with me, I can eat them up. Of course, then they stay with me in a quite different way . . . hmmm.
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