Ah, the first weekend in November. This now marks the beginning of holiday negotiations for me. I still haven't gotten over last year's nonsense which leaves me in a foot stomping-ly stubborn mood. I want to be with my family and that's that. Except it really isn't because I am sick with guilt and worry about possible arguments with the in-laws over my decision. I think I need to go play with the buttons I picked up at Rhinebeck from Moving Mud and pretend I don't need to deal with anyone.