It's the only time I drink tomato juice; I don't like it otherwise. It's a last resort, really, if I don't feel like beer or wine.
I so don't want to go to my in-laws on Christmas. I don't like making the trip (2 1/2 hour drive each way), leaving my dog, making awkward small talk for hours, and everything else that goes along with gatherings like this. I want to stay in and get Chinese food.
The only point in its favor is that the Swplets stay with them for a few days thereafter, which is awesome.
Share, Mr. Bread, share the benzolicious magic.
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