So it's been one hell of a Christmas.
Spent last night making home-made buffalo wings and cheeseballs in my mom's kitchen. The wings sucked, but everybody else liked them. I guess they don't understand the meaning of a good buffalo wing.
Spent this morning unwrapping presents and singing "...we all live in a yellow submarine..." with my family. Gahd, we're corny. My mom and Penny got me a new stereo for Christmas, and John got the new (or whatever) Beatles album. Merry Christmas from the dorkiest family in the world -- we don't do Christmas carols; we do dorky Beatles songs. I think we should go on tour at the local nursing homes. Heh.
Peter bought me a stuffed hamster. I bought him a bag of Black Forest coffee. We glared at each other and started to giggle. It seemed appropriate.
My grandparents bought me some books I asked for: the one and only Tom Robbins novel I've never read, and my two favorite Milan Kundera books, so that I don't have to feel guilty for penciling little lines in the margins of Norman's (although I doubt he'd notice)...
There was the wide assortment of candy, the dog who damn near choked on a hunk of chocolate she'd skeeved, the boxes of underwear that my brothers and I grinned at and then promptly hid, the weird bathroom accessories my mother is so good at locating (last year, it was bath oil beads shaped like rhinoceroses, which I actually loved; they matched my loofah shaped like a hippo), the token Lynch-stuff for Carolyn, the CD's, the hand lotion, the cracks at my brother about the time he ate an entire tube of Chapstick on a dare, and the butterscotch cookies that have five tons of sugar in each...
...At least nobody threw up... Except the dogs, but what can you expect from a beast that's just eaten half a pound of bleu cheese?
Mike got engaged for Christmas. I knew it would happen.
David sent me a blank email for Christmas. Either it was some weird hint, (which one always has to consider when it's David, although it's a little late and a little cold to go grab some bus tickets and go to N.C. to ask...) or it was some form of Merry Christmas. Whatever. I smiled.
...I'm glad Christmas is over. I think I'm going to curl up and hibernate now. Maybe make a few mix tapes or something and curl up for a long winter's nap.
Love,
~Helena*