Niece aside, sometimes I just want to kick Drew's family.

Stockings, then breakfast, then presents. Breakfast is german pancake with berries and bacon, mimosas if we remembered to buy champagne, otherwise just the fresh oj that's too pricey to buy on a regular basis.

Annabel on her trike

Dude, I've been in Minearverse too much, I was expecting to see a toddler on a picket line.

Niece aside, sometimes I just want to kick Drew's family.

We decorated the tree at some point, and then we'd put on the 'special' ornaments, like the bell my bro made when he was three. Then, either my bro or I would put the star on the tree, alternating even and odd years. In the morning, there would be unwrapped presents from Santa (always with batteries in them, ready to go, very key) At some point, my mother would make us shower and get dressed, then we would have Christmas dinner (at 2PM or so). We then unwrapped presents, and had dessert after.

It was never like this when I was a kid. Things didn't get messed up until I left for college.

I skipped and skimmed so hugs for all what needs them.

I have a question for the hivemind: How much trouble can you get in for opening a bank account with an incorrect address? I suspect that my roommate's dad is using our address on a new account since an envelope from a bank and a box that is shaped like checks arrived on the same day addressed to him. Can I get in any trouble for not reporting that he doesn't live here?

...6pm. Hangover gone.

To be fair, it's been gone for several hours now - I pretty much just slept and drank water this morning, and that did the trick. Still, I do find that I'm far less willing/ready/able to cope with the horror of the morning after these days than when I was a wee slip of a student.

Ngah.

So after being very Ascot Lady in the daytime, last night I was a vicar, and then something of a tart (inasmuchas there was shirtlessness). Happily, though, it was within a context in which the stunning tartiness of my various friends utterly overshadowed any modicum of tartiness I might myself be displaying, so that's good. Although I still slightly fear Facebook and the inevitable photographs...

Anyhoo, yes - this afternoon we had our cast party for A Christmas Carol. Since the cast comprises such a range of ages, it was far more sedate and seemly than cast parties usually are. I now have a DVD of our production, and can witness for myself how very, very, very, VERY much I need to cut back on the carbs and get the hell back to the gym.

Gosh. That was depressing.

laga, I don't think the bank thing would be a problem for him or you, unless there's some requirement that he doesn't meet (like the bank requires that he live in a particular city, or he's an illegal immigrant or something.)

Laga, I wonder if he opened an "emergency" account for your roomie. Talk to him first. I think the only conflict would be taxes on interest earned. Unless the father is going thru a divorce or thinking about it and will use the account to hide money, but if its in his name, its likely his SS# is attatched to the account. So I dunno.

ION this being my only day off for the past 7, I was hoping to sleep in. I even turned off all alarms. But no!! Not even 8am & I'm awake. Granted I did pass out before midnight. But still! Not fair I say (like a 5 year old). Plus I had some wicked ass vivid dreams that woke me up during the night. The recurring one was grad school was wanting me to teach a class on set design. And a class on climbing. I'm NOT graphical. AAND I can't climb!!! Ya, brought out a lot of anxiety of "I can't teach this". Did I mention I'm nearly 12 years out of grad school?!?!

Thanks guys I'll stop worrying now.