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I've decided that my house officially has one of the most pathetic Christmas trees.
Wesley put it together. It's got a few pathetic strands of shedding tinsel and a few pathetic ornaments, a pathetic angel figure on top (one of the wings is broken off), a pathetic stained tree skirt, and such an aura of patheticness about it that whenever you're near it you just feel like wallowing in a blob of pathetic holiday woe.
There are a few gifts under it already, though. There’s one wrapped in the funnies from the newspaper to me from Wes, one to Mum from Wes wrapped in red paper, and a tiny little box from Mum to me wrapped in brown.
I’ve already got Wes’ present, but I’m not quite sure what to get my mum. I know Christmas is only in four days, but she’s an enigma, I swear. When I asked her what she wanted, she gave me an odd look and said very solemnly: “One day without anguish.”
As if she couldn’t just tell me something that I could wrap.
Ah well. I suppose I could knit her a scarf. I’m actually getting pretty good at it…
Wesley put it together. It's got a few pathetic strands of shedding tinsel and a few pathetic ornaments, a pathetic angel figure on top (one of the wings is broken off), a pathetic stained tree skirt, and such an aura of patheticness about it that whenever you're near it you just feel like wallowing in a blob of pathetic holiday woe.
There are a few gifts under it already, though. There’s one wrapped in the funnies from the newspaper to me from Wes, one to Mum from Wes wrapped in red paper, and a tiny little box from Mum to me wrapped in brown.
I’ve already got Wes’ present, but I’m not quite sure what to get my mum. I know Christmas is only in four days, but she’s an enigma, I swear. When I asked her what she wanted, she gave me an odd look and said very solemnly: “One day without anguish.”
As if she couldn’t just tell me something that I could wrap.
Ah well. I suppose I could knit her a scarf. I’m actually getting pretty good at it…