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Dec. 25th, 2010 12:24 pmMerry Christmas to everyone celebrating!
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I got a Pandora bracelet and new pillows under the tree! And for Yuletide, I got a delightful Peter/Caspian fic! Sweet, sexy, funny, it's all that I could ask for. Thank you, Yuletide Santa!
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Last night we had Christmas Eve at my brother's house, which was fun! Lots of food and family and three incredibly cute toddlers doing insanely cute things.
My mother, aunt and I left to go to Midnight Mass, which was not so fun. I feel terribly uncharitable calling people in church "assholes." But seriously, when you a) family of five adult women, bring your twin toddlers, both of whom spent the entire Mass wailing, "GO BYE-BYE!" and none of you think maybe they should be in bed; and b) wear a tank top and hot pants (IDEK, who even wears hot pants? In DECEMBER IN NEW ENGLAND?) and spend the Mass complaining loudly about how "fucking cold" it is, then yes, I feel justified in thinking you're assholes. Thanks for sitting in front of me, btw.
The music was great so that made up for it. Also, a funny typo in the lyrics for "Silent Night" put the song in a whole new light: "Round young Virgin..." My mother: "Now I expect 'succulent' to be in there too."
After Mass, we went back to my brother's house, where we all opened presents and laughed and had a great end of the night.
This morning I was woken up by my cat, meowing indignantly at me and scratching at my bureau drawer, where I had hidden a toy I bought for her for Christmas. It wasn't even catnip, so I have no idea how she knew where it was.
Now I must get ready to go to my grandparents' house for Christmas dinner. Two of my cousins reported in this morning with stomach flu. One of them lives here and my grandmother sees him all the time, so no big deal, but the other lives in California, and this was going to be the first time my grandmother saw him since his wedding two years ago. SHE IS GOING TO BE PISSED.
Unfortunately, there is no alcohol served at this family gathering, so I must remain sober the whole time.
I will report back later with any hysterics.
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I got a Pandora bracelet and new pillows under the tree! And for Yuletide, I got a delightful Peter/Caspian fic! Sweet, sexy, funny, it's all that I could ask for. Thank you, Yuletide Santa!
*************
Last night we had Christmas Eve at my brother's house, which was fun! Lots of food and family and three incredibly cute toddlers doing insanely cute things.
My mother, aunt and I left to go to Midnight Mass, which was not so fun. I feel terribly uncharitable calling people in church "assholes." But seriously, when you a) family of five adult women, bring your twin toddlers, both of whom spent the entire Mass wailing, "GO BYE-BYE!" and none of you think maybe they should be in bed; and b) wear a tank top and hot pants (IDEK, who even wears hot pants? In DECEMBER IN NEW ENGLAND?) and spend the Mass complaining loudly about how "fucking cold" it is, then yes, I feel justified in thinking you're assholes. Thanks for sitting in front of me, btw.
The music was great so that made up for it. Also, a funny typo in the lyrics for "Silent Night" put the song in a whole new light: "Round young Virgin..." My mother: "Now I expect 'succulent' to be in there too."
After Mass, we went back to my brother's house, where we all opened presents and laughed and had a great end of the night.
This morning I was woken up by my cat, meowing indignantly at me and scratching at my bureau drawer, where I had hidden a toy I bought for her for Christmas. It wasn't even catnip, so I have no idea how she knew where it was.
Now I must get ready to go to my grandparents' house for Christmas dinner. Two of my cousins reported in this morning with stomach flu. One of them lives here and my grandmother sees him all the time, so no big deal, but the other lives in California, and this was going to be the first time my grandmother saw him since his wedding two years ago. SHE IS GOING TO BE PISSED.
Unfortunately, there is no alcohol served at this family gathering, so I must remain sober the whole time.
I will report back later with any hysterics.
