Christmas summary, basically

So... methinks an update is in order. Christmas at home was actually nice this year, and I am wondering if perhaps this might possibly signify a slight change in my decidedly allergic reaction to the very concept of family-related gatherings and celebrations.;P Maybe it does come with age, after all.;)

Anyway... in keeping with lifelong tradition, we stuffed ourselves with food to the limit and proceeded to lounge around on armchairs and sofas, worshipping the TV screen.;) To my great amusement, my sister & brother-in-law insisted on watching POTC - which we did. As fas as gifts go, I didn't really get anything too exciting - but I wasn't expecting that either, so I'm fine. Actually, my favorite gift was an ornate wooden box filled with pot-pourri and a huge aromatic candle - from my brother-in-law. He seemed to be the most inspired gift-giver of us all this year, for some reason. He got my mother a lovely Oriental tea-set and a decorative case filled with various exotic teas. I was so obviously jealous that he promised me one, too, for my birthday.:D And he got my sister an iPod. So yeah, there was actually an iPod under the Christmas tree, just like I sort of fantasized there might be - except not for me. Oh well. I'm getting one anyway.:P

The Christmas overindulgence continued on the 26th with a luscious dinner at the Red Lobster, where I met akashaelfwitch, namarie120 & her daughter (visiting relatives in Chicago for the holidays), and some of Akasha's friends. There were gifts again: a HUGE Aragorn poster from Akasha (thank you, honey! <333), and from Namarie the 3 Fools 4 April CD+DVD (yay!), as well as a box of her famous Christmas cookies (which, I might add, are being dutifully consumed despite my honest intention to quit eating sweets right after Christmas :P).

Oh, and my roommate seems to have gotten over her righteous anger at my humble self. Last night she came up as though nothing ever happened and presented me with a $30 gift-card for Victoria's Secret. I was kinda stunned, and rather relieved that I had bought a gift for her as well - before the whole drain clog drama episode - and tucked it inconspicuously under the Christmas tree. Of course, in the tight clutches of my clinically advanced paranoia I had thought she was ignoring it on purpose (yes, I know I probably need more therapy than those few months I had 13 years ago). Well... it seems she wasn't. It is even quite possible that she doesn't really want me to move out - she could have just said it because she was pissed off at that particular moment. Me, I would never say something like that if I didn't mean it - but then, I'm not a temperamental person. She is. So what? Does it really change anything? I think not. I still don't feel like waiting till she has the opportunity to lose her temper again...

OK. End of update for now. Bedtime approaches - too fast, as ever.:(