Do you walk on deviled egg shells, sip your wine on thin ice, hold your cranberry breath? Do you bite your tongue when you chew your crispy turkey skin, imagine/dream/fantasize that your uncle slips on the gravy that just dripped on the hardwood floor or do you want to heave a pumpernickel roll at your sibling's head during 'Grace'? Do you feel like your family Christmas dinner is something like this photograph? (like something 'bull' is about to happen at any given moment?)
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Thankfully no, I've never been in a such a situation :)
(Wishing your daughter a safe journey home) x
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