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cabbitzillaAhhhh, Christmas. Yes, Christmas.
Right, now that that's over with... I seem to have survived it all. The morning with older of my little sisters and her family, and mom, went reasonably well. Well, as good as any get together is gonna go when it's prefaced by me falling down a flight of steps and scaring the crap out of nine cats, three guinea pigs, and one very large cabbit.
Yes, last night was fun. A trebled dose of my naproxen has the worst of the swelling knocked back, and it's backed up by a few of my hoarded percosets.
The kids both seemed to like their gifts, and mine were positively delightful. Two new porcelain dolls to add to my collection (mom found them somewhere and they're -gorgeous-), seasonal munchies, a bit of cash, and some very very cute knicknacks.
Afternoon found me at dad's, facing what I was honestly expecting to be another 25 December face-off with my grandfather. God, fate, and my grandfather's slowly failing memory saw me through that; he'd forgotten his hearing aid and was having to be yelled at just so he could hear folks. Kinda puts the kabosh on the kind of catfight he and I seem to have. I stayed for a bit, ate some of Evelyn's wonderful food (no sarcasm there; for a skinny woman she can do some -serious cooking), and gossipped a bit with my baby sister (who also does my hair... I don't think it's possible for me to shock her anymore). As the light began to fail, so did my pain meds and I beat a retreat back to the land of furrballs.
A bit more cash and a sizeable book of crockpot recipes (*SQUEE!* Evelyn loves me! :) ).
And here at Crys and Kelly's, my final Christmas present was found: a watchable copy of a movie both mindblowingly funny and soulsearingly frightening was awaiting me. There're a couple of near-and-dears who probably are running screaming for shelter even from that, but if you're curious, go to Google and do a search on the tagline for it: Hell hath no fury like a hippo with a machine gun.
Yes, that one.
And I watched it. And I cringed and gibbered and felt still more of my sanity slipping away as I wondered why I did this to myself. And then... epiphany! The ending hits, all hell breaks loose, and I remember why. I'm not crying anymore, but the down side is that I'm not sure I'm going to sleep for fear of a buggery-loving fox paying a... wait. Why does that worry me again? *thinks* Okay, maybe I'll sleep after all.
Fear me, mortals; I am Cabbitzilla, Destroyer of Worlds, and if you don't give me what I want I'll beg and use the big sad eyes on you. So there.
I'm going to go feed the coven of cats now. They've been giving me dirty looks since I got in, but I refused to yield. But it -is- dinner time now, so I need to go. Merry Christmas, my darlings... if you're feeling blue, remember I love you. And that's about all that's keeping -me- going now, so don't you DARE crap out on my now, y'hear? *hugs*
Right, now that that's over with... I seem to have survived it all. The morning with older of my little sisters and her family, and mom, went reasonably well. Well, as good as any get together is gonna go when it's prefaced by me falling down a flight of steps and scaring the crap out of nine cats, three guinea pigs, and one very large cabbit.
Yes, last night was fun. A trebled dose of my naproxen has the worst of the swelling knocked back, and it's backed up by a few of my hoarded percosets.
The kids both seemed to like their gifts, and mine were positively delightful. Two new porcelain dolls to add to my collection (mom found them somewhere and they're -gorgeous-), seasonal munchies, a bit of cash, and some very very cute knicknacks.
Afternoon found me at dad's, facing what I was honestly expecting to be another 25 December face-off with my grandfather. God, fate, and my grandfather's slowly failing memory saw me through that; he'd forgotten his hearing aid and was having to be yelled at just so he could hear folks. Kinda puts the kabosh on the kind of catfight he and I seem to have. I stayed for a bit, ate some of Evelyn's wonderful food (no sarcasm there; for a skinny woman she can do some -serious cooking), and gossipped a bit with my baby sister (who also does my hair... I don't think it's possible for me to shock her anymore). As the light began to fail, so did my pain meds and I beat a retreat back to the land of furrballs.
A bit more cash and a sizeable book of crockpot recipes (*SQUEE!* Evelyn loves me! :) ).
And here at Crys and Kelly's, my final Christmas present was found: a watchable copy of a movie both mindblowingly funny and soulsearingly frightening was awaiting me. There're a couple of near-and-dears who probably are running screaming for shelter even from that, but if you're curious, go to Google and do a search on the tagline for it: Hell hath no fury like a hippo with a machine gun.
Yes, that one.
And I watched it. And I cringed and gibbered and felt still more of my sanity slipping away as I wondered why I did this to myself. And then... epiphany! The ending hits, all hell breaks loose, and I remember why. I'm not crying anymore, but the down side is that I'm not sure I'm going to sleep for fear of a buggery-loving fox paying a... wait. Why does that worry me again? *thinks* Okay, maybe I'll sleep after all.
Fear me, mortals; I am Cabbitzilla, Destroyer of Worlds, and if you don't give me what I want I'll beg and use the big sad eyes on you. So there.
I'm going to go feed the coven of cats now. They've been giving me dirty looks since I got in, but I refused to yield. But it -is- dinner time now, so I need to go. Merry Christmas, my darlings... if you're feeling blue, remember I love you. And that's about all that's keeping -me- going now, so don't you DARE crap out on my now, y'hear? *hugs*
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Date: 2006-12-26 04:09 am (UTC)