And for once, I don't have any complaining to do.

My mom is coming here (a 90 mile drive) because she would rather spend Christmas with me than at home alone (her first Christmas without my dad since 1964)or even with her kids visiting.

DH is writing one of his college midterms, and interrupted himself to ask me (all worried) what he could do to help me get the house ready - he didn't want me to get resentful that I was Doing It All.

SD15 even made a point to ask if there was anything she couldn't wear or say around Mimi (her name for my mom) because she wants to be on her best behavior and wanted to make sure what was allowed. (DH and I tend to have a sense of humor that is a little rougher than normal - we bought her zombie and skull T-shirts that BM HATES)

So it'll be birthday cake baking this afternoon (my first cake ever!) for DH's birthday tomorrow, shrimp pasta for dinner, a nice church service, and sweet rolls and stockings and presents in the morning.

Merry Christmas STalkers!