me and BIL's girlfriend are hiding downstairs (slightly quieter, attempting to hide from Onion Fumes (slightly unsuccessfully)), which is great, except that every shift upstairs is Too Much for my terrible garbage brain
okay, dinner was good/fine, presents was hectic but we got some great stuff, little miss niece got SUPER overwhelmed at the end and now we've all kind of broken up for the evening. I am WIPED.
but I am not feeling very gracious about this