An awesome Christmas morning followed by the always eventful race to the airport.
I am not sure I ever wasted everyone's time with my long-winded rendition of last year's disaster, and I won't this year either. Let me just document how I heard Blayne relaying the aftermath to her friends over breakfast a few days later...
"We went to Pennsylvania for Christmas. And when we left the airport, our truck hit it's head on the ceiling and it was really loud and the lights broke and it was really funny."
Amazingly, despite some very expensive challanges, we always seem to make the plane.
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