New Year's Eve
Stevie got home about an hour ago, acting shockingly like a decent human being. (A friend he met in boot camp dragged Stevie home with him for Christmas, so he wasn't alone for that. The guy's mother and grandmother even had presents for him, including a thirty dollar Target gift card. Yay for awesome people.) He and Shawn are off at a friend's 'fancy dress' (read: everyone goes to Good Will and buys a five dollar suit) party getting drunk. Good times. (I so shouldn't talk, though, because I was a horrible, corrupting influence and bought both brothers whiskey for Christmas. They're both stupid hard to shop for, because when they want something they just go and buy it, and I know that neither turns down alcohol, so I figured it made sense. Turned out to totally be a good present, and I even ended up getting what is apparently Stevie's favorite brand. Even if making it easier for them to drink probably still makes me a crap sister.)
The weathers been shit, so Mel has to work early tomorrow, so Mom stayed home tonight. She got a bottle of Bailey's Mint Chocolate, and we're drinking that and she's watching episodes of CSI which we've seen a zillion times before while I'm, upon recommendation of sherrymarie, watching Torchwood.
The weathers been shit, so Mel has to work early tomorrow, so Mom stayed home tonight. She got a bottle of Bailey's Mint Chocolate, and we're drinking that and she's watching episodes of CSI which we've seen a zillion times before while I'm, upon recommendation of sherrymarie, watching Torchwood.