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Three days in a row spent with my dad. Unheard of in years and years. Thursday night was hockey, in which the Sharks kicked butt. No blood, but hey, I'll take the win over a Gordie Howe hat trick, I guess. Would have been fun to see Marleau get one of those, though. Friday night was a last-minute Christmas Eve dinner at the 'rents, fancy-style. This made me super happy, because my stepmom had been talking skipping the festive Christmas thing. I realized that I rely on them to keep those traditions going. Mom is an awesome Mrs. Clause (you know she is the power behind Santa!) and Dad is the Grinch, personified. "Bah humbug!" is his favorite holiday phrase. Yet he always comes 'round in the end. So their house was beautiful, the food was so delicious I almost made myself sick, and their friends were a lot of fun to hang out with. Then they picked me up Saturday morning to make the long trek to Folsom. I slept through most of that: have pillow, will sleep! I don't care how it looks to be nearly 45 and carrying my pillow. ;p We spent the day with my aunt and uncle. My aunt is, and has always been, my favorite person in the whole wide world, and I haven't seen her in more than two years. Too long! We did the presents thing, in which I received more loot than is reasonable. Yay! We went out to a fancy dinner that was almost as yummy as the dinner the night before. Then we got on the road, just as the rain stopped, and had a smooth, quick drive home, during which I talked to my brother on the phone.
Worth mentioning is one of my presents: my dad got me a Cal Berkeley hoodie, and as I was unwrapping it, said, "No pressure!" Heh. Yeah, the race with the application deadline is on.
Worth mentioning is one of my presents: my dad got me a Cal Berkeley hoodie, and as I was unwrapping it, said, "No pressure!" Heh. Yeah, the race with the application deadline is on.