I was NOT in fact dreaming of a white Christmas, thank you anyway, weather.
Merry Christmas, you dudes! I am posting to say I will post later after I finish scrubbing down my bathroom and womanfully resisting the urge to wake my parents up to do presents so I can get to work early. Actually I don't want to go to work at all, due to the two inches of new sky dandruff that felt the need to stick today. Bah.
But I have kind of awesomely terrible fuzzy socks with jingly bells and Santa charms and red and green stripes and a white fur cuff from my stocking and the cat is being mildly good. Also Mom so much as admitted that one of the bags from Soft Horizons is ~*~MY WOOL CARDERS~*~. ("You don't get tea towels. Believe me, you made up for it." "I don't want tea towels." "Well good, because that thing you wanted almost gave me a heart attack. But I wanted to get something you wanted.")
But I have kind of awesomely terrible fuzzy socks with jingly bells and Santa charms and red and green stripes and a white fur cuff from my stocking and the cat is being mildly good. Also Mom so much as admitted that one of the bags from Soft Horizons is ~*~MY WOOL CARDERS~*~. ("You don't get tea towels. Believe me, you made up for it." "I don't want tea towels." "Well good, because that thing you wanted almost gave me a heart attack. But I wanted to get something you wanted.")