Today, we went to my parents’ place. We had to. I wish I knew how to receive a check by phone. No, just kidding. We wanted to celebrate Christmas with them, even a day later, and I was excited to see their faces when they opened their gifts from us.

We had a long discussion about the upcoming election, and a friendly little debate as to who the president we are rooting for. And quite expectedly, we took a “stroll down the memory lane”.

Got presents from my parents and my sister (and brother in law). A brother kept asking me what I want for my birthday. I told him twice that I can’t think of any. Really, I can’t think of any. I just told him not to forget to greet me on my birthday.

Wait, that only applies to my brothers, ok? If it’s the husband asking, I’d probably have lots to tell.