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Dec. 25th, 2010 02:00 pmAnd now a small moment of melancholy. It is incredibly awkward to sit there in the middle (literally) of the room while everyone else is continuing to open presents and realize that none of the remaining gifts are yours, except the thing you're pretty sure is a candle. (It was.) At first I didn't really notice because I was taking pictures, but about the time we took a bathroom break and a "take your stuff to your room, kidlet" sort of breather, the boys quickly piled up gifts for people.
And there wasn't a blasted thing, aside from the candle, in the pile for me.
So I sit there, half delirious from lack of sleep combined with work (crazy busy) and I'm trying to quiet the teen-me who is trying to figure out if I got the short end of the stick again this year, or if this is one of those odd years where I'm in the boy's usual role as the one (of us) who got the more expensive items. The rational, mature side of me is trying to muzzle those thoughts because it doesn't matter.
But the irrational, childish part of me is sulking hardcore over the pile the boy is racking up, even if it is clothes and stuff.
In the end (or middle, if you're going to be technical), I wound up with the one thing I really, really hoped for. The Cleo/Deuce giftset. Cleo's hair looks like it might be a bit crazy, but I'm betting it will behave better than Gloom Beach Cleo's. (She was also under the tree, but doesn't count in the gift tally in my head because *I* bought and paid for her.) The boy kindly gifted me with NCIS season 6, which has lovely box art. Sadly it's going to be awhile before I get around to watching it, since I'm still in season 3, but I'm pretty happy about that. Snagged Easy A, three or four Hello Kitty plushies, a new wallet that is sparkley, even if I don't really see it lasting as long as I thought it would when Mums asked in the store, a bottle of whiskey*, and a couple of books from the quarter bin at Louisa's. One is Meet Molly and the other is a Patricia Cornwell book. All in all, not bad.
*- This ticks me off. When I first got it, I was kind of surprised because honestly? The only alcohol I'd classify as a favorite is Kahlua. But eh, I was nearly out since the boy fucking drank mine ages ago, right? So I figured Mums was trying to make up for it. No. The boy apparently picked it out. You don't get to use Christmas as a time to repay these things. You use a regular Tuesday to do what you were supposed to do.
I'm going to chalk up my less than fantastic attitude to lack of sleep mostly, and lack of my favorite cookies as well. Plus the stuffing is cooking and the onions are drying out my eyes even more than the lack of sleep is. Time to finish the first season of Dexter and sleep.
Merry happy tiggy's birthday!
And there wasn't a blasted thing, aside from the candle, in the pile for me.
So I sit there, half delirious from lack of sleep combined with work (crazy busy) and I'm trying to quiet the teen-me who is trying to figure out if I got the short end of the stick again this year, or if this is one of those odd years where I'm in the boy's usual role as the one (of us) who got the more expensive items. The rational, mature side of me is trying to muzzle those thoughts because it doesn't matter.
But the irrational, childish part of me is sulking hardcore over the pile the boy is racking up, even if it is clothes and stuff.
In the end (or middle, if you're going to be technical), I wound up with the one thing I really, really hoped for. The Cleo/Deuce giftset. Cleo's hair looks like it might be a bit crazy, but I'm betting it will behave better than Gloom Beach Cleo's. (She was also under the tree, but doesn't count in the gift tally in my head because *I* bought and paid for her.) The boy kindly gifted me with NCIS season 6, which has lovely box art. Sadly it's going to be awhile before I get around to watching it, since I'm still in season 3, but I'm pretty happy about that. Snagged Easy A, three or four Hello Kitty plushies, a new wallet that is sparkley, even if I don't really see it lasting as long as I thought it would when Mums asked in the store, a bottle of whiskey*, and a couple of books from the quarter bin at Louisa's. One is Meet Molly and the other is a Patricia Cornwell book. All in all, not bad.
*- This ticks me off. When I first got it, I was kind of surprised because honestly? The only alcohol I'd classify as a favorite is Kahlua. But eh, I was nearly out since the boy fucking drank mine ages ago, right? So I figured Mums was trying to make up for it. No. The boy apparently picked it out. You don't get to use Christmas as a time to repay these things. You use a regular Tuesday to do what you were supposed to do.
I'm going to chalk up my less than fantastic attitude to lack of sleep mostly, and lack of my favorite cookies as well. Plus the stuffing is cooking and the onions are drying out my eyes even more than the lack of sleep is. Time to finish the first season of Dexter and sleep.
Merry happy tiggy's birthday!