Today was Atheist-Kids-Get-Presents Day, in case anyone forgot over the hubbub of Christmas and Hanuka.
"Crash"
"Sin City"
"Kids"
"Mr. & Mrs. Smith"
UPS [Universal Power Source]
$100
$350
$25 AMC gift certificate
Sour Patch Kids
Chocolate Covered Pretzels
_Bitches, Bimbos and Ballbreakers: The Guerrilla Girls' Illustrated Guide to Female Stereotypes_
Juggling Balls and instruction booklet
The money, glorious money, already has a specific plan to back it up. I'm finally going to buy myself some lacrosse gear. I had way more fun than is absolutely reasonable in finding the best stuff that I can afford. I'm going to have to wait to get a decent shaft, for now, but that's the only problem.
I love the book, BBaB. It's way more amusing than is reasonable. There has been only one passage so far which freaked me out: apparently, "Daddy's Girl" has some pretty disturbing sexual abuse undertones. This wouldn't dismay me quite as much if I haven't been identifying myself as a Daddy's Girl. Reclamation? Sure.
Speaking of heartmarking my dad, I have to mention the juggling kit. I went to an amazing lacrosse camp this summer, right? One tip I got from a councilor was to learn to juggle: it improves hand-eye coordination and reflexes. I tried using lacrosse balls at our Cape house and my dad came upstairs to find out what the thunking noises were. I had been dropping the lacrosse balls like mad. Now, months after he caught my pathetic attempts of juggling, he got me a proper set! That's the kind of thoughtfulness that you just have to appreciate.
Tomorrow, my mother is shipping us off to Florida for the week. I couldn't be looking forward to that less. For those of you who are staying home, enjoy yourselves.