Am spending morning in v. warm bed, tossing ratty mouse-like toy with Reluctant Kitten and being v. glad am not at work. Concerned roommate and self have called in "sick" on this fine, pre-holiday morning to do nothing more than lay around, make candy and listen to Elvis's Christmas album. Day well spent. Indeed.
J came by last night. Did not stay. What good is having fuck buddy if will not stay around to... well, hang out.
Very Calm Brother has given his full permission for yours truly to blow off holiday fun. Said Christmas would always be the time when the family fell apart and that should just wait until unspoiled holidays for celebration. Like Flag Day.
Received one (1) gift from family, which am currently wearing. Yes, did open present before actual day celebrating v. strange, yet miraculous birth of earthly deity. Four hours early, in fact. UMF was set on getting yours truly v. thoughtful (music lessons -- but let's face it, am no Joni Mitchell) and or complicated (printer/scanner/copier combo) gift, but all that could think about was big, white, thick robe from Victoria's Secret. When gift arrived, and could see tell-tale pink box, knew had won the Christmas Gift battle.
J did not understand.
J: So, I get it. Right. You wanted a robe instead of a printer/scanner/copier. Remind me why?
H: My mother does not give generous gifts to make you feel good. She gives them so she can hang it over you remind you that you're obligated to her for your well being. I'd rather have a bathrobe and get to speak my mind. Get it?
J: Well said.
Indeed. Besides, did really, really want this robe. And now, as have just spent last hour cuddled on couch with RK, and those lovely Gilmore Girls, am v. glad that do not have a printer/scanner/copier, as they come with too many directions. The robe came with one: Wear.
Ahhh. Heaven.