Franconia

{Nine People, Three Dogs, One Little Prefab & A Sudden Realization}













Thanks for all the incredibly sweet, supportive comments from Monday's post. Speaking of cherishing the time you have with the people (and canines) you love, P. and I recently got back to Brooklyn after a few days with his family at the *rad* old prefab his grandparents built in New Hampshire in the 50s. It's like a good-times sardine can; you can pack a lot of warm bodies in that little house. Armed with a cord of firewood, plenty of wine and a bag of Bananagrams, we had a ball spending some QT with the fam in the woods.

When we arrived with Mac and Dolly and a bag of unwrapped Christmas presents (which we then "wrapped" in newspaper from the kindling bucket and masking tape- it was like an Etsy horror show) I had this sudden realization that P. and I have unwittingly turned into Cousin Catherine and Cousin Eddie from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation- remember the uninvited guests who show up for Christmas with their eyesore RV and dirty kids? Yeah. Have we turned into Crazy Aunt Lily and Ex-Marine Uncle P. with the two shedding dogs and the fiberglass egg trailer? My god, yes. Yes we have.