Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear...
That's me, my sister, and her fiance. I love how he's all squinty-eyed, like Popeye. He doesn't normally look that creepy, I promise...and yeah, I wasn't even wearing concealer and my skin looks fake. Heh.
Me an my sister. Awwww. Do we look alike? I'm still not sure I see it.
Us again. Double awwww. Damn, my cheeks are puffy. If I smile big enough, they actually cover my eyes.
See? That's my dad, my beloved Grams, and me. I was real slap-happy.
My mom thinks she's real funny. I had bought her these really great kitchen knives that she's been wanting since forever, and I wanted to give them to her to unwrap last. I put them on top of the tv, and since she was impatient, she took them and bolted full speed to tear them open. This is me, tearing after her. Them knees still work good when they have to, let me tell ya. I caught her in time, the little sneak.
Christmas was a lot of fun, filled with lots of lovely and useful things. I'm trying to shmooze my dad into driving me to the States tomorrow, so that I can get more Vera Bradley bags...we'll see how I do with that. He's not in the mood to wait for hours at the border, booo.
Boxing Day was absolutely NUTS, as it always is. I was supposed to start at noon but ended up being called in at 9, despite the fact that the stores only opened at 1. I worked 9-9, but my manager spoils us and ordered giant pizzas for lunch and supper, with Pepsi and about a dozen pies. Awwww.
And now...now I go sleep.