I'm currently sitting on a bus going to Cleveland, OH. When you're spending six hours on a megabus, you need to be careful who you sit by. Unfortunately, I'm sitting behind one of those inconsiderate individuals who reclines his chair back as far as it can go.
I'm tempted to tap him on the houser and say, "Excuse me, but I have legs."
What would Martha do?
I can't get to Cleveland soon enough. Never thought I'd say that...
Mom always makes a nice Christmas Eve dinner, we drink hot chocolate, eat cookies, and unwrap some new pajamas.
What are your Christmas Eve traditions?