Christmas Eve

We pulled in at 430 PM. Church was in an hour. Everyone was sandy, wet, and cold. We set timers for three minutes and shoved as many cousins as possible into each shower with suits on. Then everybody was running hair driers and straighteners. Makeup flying. Clothes flinging around. Shouting. Borrowing. Freaking. Combing. Ironing. The circuit breaker only tripped once.