my parents always let us open one present on Christmas eve but it was always new robes and slippers.
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We always open one present on Christmas Eve. In fact, Pete just opened his Christmas Eve present. Because You know what really says "Merry Christmas, sweetie!" A life-size bust of a Predator head.
I'm not kidding. Thanks to a friend with connections, Pete just uncrated his Christmas Predator bust. No, I have no idea where he's going to put it.
(The UPS guy who helped heave the giant box up the stairs for me said "I have to know. What is in this?""
"A life-size bust of one of the aliens from Predator."
"Dude!"
"Dude."
"Who's it for?"
"My husband."
"He is so fucking lucky, man!")
Jilli, that's wonderful.
We don't open a gift on Christmas Eve, but I wish we did. We don't even put prezzies out until the morning due to an excess of naughty nibbling kitties.
I would like to report that The Best Christmas Pageant Ever is still effing hilarious.
I love the postal delivery guy at the Reasons. Our poor postal person just delivered a fruit basket. Not nearly as fun as a predator head.
That is HiLARious Jilli.
My son is playing hide and seek with me. I try to leave him hiding as long as possible as it keeps him quiet. But really, I should start seeking.
That's awesome. The UPS guy came three times between today and yesterday. Down our snow-covered dirt roads. And got stuck once, pulling out. I think they were not nearly as cheerful as dude delivering life-size Predator alien.
Holiday Predator head, with a Devilbunny (who covets it mightily) for scale: [link]
No Santa hats?
We're watching the Black Adder Christmas Carol. I had no idea such a thing existed, yet there it is. My niece and nephew are at their significant others', so there won't be any gift opening tonight. Tomorrow we'll be waiting until the kids get up to unwrap gifts. The youngest is 18, so gift opening may not happen until lunch.
Or someone getting arrested. Scary shit either way, P-C.
Yeah, "Put your hands up" is a very cop thing to say, right? But wouldn't the police knock on the stall and let me know things were okay? Isn't it their job to make me feel safe, godddammit?
I feel better today. Joshua Jackson jogged right past me!