Well, it could have been worse.
Dec. 24th, 2003 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieMy sister pontificated on only one subject, and after that the only major annoyance was the regular "I'm such a good parent" lecture. My tongue is bleeding so badly I'm afraid I'll need a tourniquet, but open hostilities have been avoided.
Paidhi Boy got a Fur Real Kitten, which he'd wanted forever, but then lost his mind with envy over his cousin's battery operated Brio engine. That's okay--his birthday is coming up next month. My mother gave me a Cuisinart chopper/grinder, which I found inexplicable, until she confessed she'd bought it because she wanted one. Well, it takes up less storage/counter space than the chopper we have, and it says it can grind coffee, so what the heck. It looks cool, too.
It's nearly nine, and the kids aren't yet in bed--Mr. Cameron is reading to them. They're exhausted, and haven't eaten well today, having insisted on nothing but brownies and pie all day.
And of course, even though we say every year that Mr. Cameron and I won't exchange gifts, he got me something. The complete Fawlty Towers and the complete Mr. Bean. You've got to love a guy like that. He's tucking the kids in, we're opening a bottle of Yellow Tail shiraz and getting out the wrapping paper (for his side's festivities, tomorrow evening) and popping in a Mr. Bean.
Paidhi Boy got a Fur Real Kitten, which he'd wanted forever, but then lost his mind with envy over his cousin's battery operated Brio engine. That's okay--his birthday is coming up next month. My mother gave me a Cuisinart chopper/grinder, which I found inexplicable, until she confessed she'd bought it because she wanted one. Well, it takes up less storage/counter space than the chopper we have, and it says it can grind coffee, so what the heck. It looks cool, too.
It's nearly nine, and the kids aren't yet in bed--Mr. Cameron is reading to them. They're exhausted, and haven't eaten well today, having insisted on nothing but brownies and pie all day.
And of course, even though we say every year that Mr. Cameron and I won't exchange gifts, he got me something. The complete Fawlty Towers and the complete Mr. Bean. You've got to love a guy like that. He's tucking the kids in, we're opening a bottle of Yellow Tail shiraz and getting out the wrapping paper (for his side's festivities, tomorrow evening) and popping in a Mr. Bean.
