The day after Christmas

Tuesday:

Actually Tuesday was one of those rather boring days, the day after Christmas is often like that, either you are still full to move or totally exhausted from the day before and are content to just lay in bed and enjoy a day of doing nothing. By Tuesday I was sick of being in the apartment. I didn’t leave the apartment all day Monday and I had only gone outside once on Sunday (to go to the Christmas Eve program) Marla and I weren’t expecting to see the boys again; we had invited them to come over whenever they wanted, but I decided to go with Joan to some Christmas program because I just wanted to get out of the apartment. The program went alright, the kids were cute, but it wasn’t worth going to again. When I got back to the school I found Jay, Mitch and Ben (John’s cousin) all in our apartment. Ben was looking for Joan, Jay was just standing in the kitchen, and Mitch had already made himself at home on the couch, eating fudge and chuckling as he read my Zits book. I plopped down next to him and read over his shoulder, I had pretty much read the entire comic book the night before…but comics are always fun to read, no matter how many times you read them. I am just going to guess that we played cards that night, since it was by then a tradition of ours.