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The Eve of Los Porchs Amazing Holiday Wknd

Because we typically spend most of Christmas weekend crossing the entire state of Wisconsin, we tend to be homebodies in the weekends before the big road trip.

This is our time together to celebrate the holiday and relax.  So we prepared the way any normal couple would:  we headed to the grocery store to stock up on beer, breakfast, and meats for the grill.  Our weekend looks pretty amazing so I'm excited.

The one thing I'm not excited about?  We're exchanging gifts this weekend (don't get me wrong, I'm super excited about this exchanging of goods).... but not until Saturday evening when we're home from our day's adventure.  :-/  I'm ready right now.  I'm always ready right now.  In fact, I tend to struggle to wait this long.  I love the excitement of giving people gifts and I honestly think this is the reason I procrastinate sometimes.

While I can't really spill the beans here, I can tell you I'm pretty sure I win.

Porch?  Brought my gifts home today (he has them delivered to his office so he can prevent snooping).   They now sit under the tree, staring me in the face, taunting me.


That being said, I'm pleased to report that I have my own little secret.  I've had his presents (well, 5/6 of them) under the tree since the night we put it up.  He just doesn't know.  Or maybe doesn't care.  Likely both.


Tomorrow, Los Porchs celebrate Los Porchs Amazing Holiday Weekend & we'll kick it off with a pot of coffee and delicious breakfast.  Then we head to the Museum of Science and Industry to check out the Christmas tree display and Dr. Seuss exhibit.... and the rest of the fun exhibits !!

I can't wait to tell you all about the new puppy that Porch got me.  
I mean, clearly that's what's under the tree in that package on the left.  

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