Zach and I just opened our Christmas Eve presents. We each got to pick what we wanted the other to open. He opened the painting of the Bald Eagle flying in front of an American flag (ironically made in Mexico) that I got for him, and my gift was the first book of the Gossip Girl series. Awesome. Christmas rules. I can't wait to sleep in
Back in Texas, melting again. I haven't even unpacked yet and I really have no desire to. Zach is making us "begs". It's my favorite breakfast. I really like the way he says bagels.. he says it like.. beggels...