Grandma asks me to guess her age. She also asks why I don't wear stockings to church. I remind her that this is Florida, and it's seventy degrees outside.
I finally cave and buy that pair of shoes I've had my eye on since August.
The kitchen counter is littered with a million sweet treats that I keep snacking on and I eventually just go brush my teeth to stop me from eating them.
There's always ice cream after dinner.
Episodes of Chopped are playing all the time (does food really play this big a role in my life?)
Mom pulls out our Christmas pillowcases from when I was a little girl.
I have no plans, which makes lots of the afternoons really long.
I read A Christmas Carol, just like the last seven years.
I take a mini road trip with my dad. He proceeds to grill me about my life decisions since I have nowhere to hide.
I play the piano more than I have in the past four months combined.
And it all feels a bit strange.
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