Christmas eve! It's Christmas eve! I love Christmas eve.

I know what Patrick means by this--presents when wrapped are full of infinite possibilities, and it always looks like so much more when it's a pile of gifts than when it's a pile of stuff.

On the other hand, I can't wait to find out what I'm getting! Not to mention that it's fun when other people open my presents.

So yesterday I got up and decided that I was going to finish my Christmas cards come hell or high water.

I also realized that I had forgotten a couple of pages of labels at home, so I had to (gasp!) hand write something over sixty cards! It was horrible, horrible I say! It took a several hours and 120 cards, but I was done. Mom was somewhat nonplussed, though, when she sat down to finish writing her cards and found that her supply had been greatly depleted.

This may be the first time in years that I actually sent out every single card two whole days before Christmas! And it's okay if people get them after Christmas, as long as they get them before New Years, that's my theory.

Then, Mom and I went on the Great Tree Search.

Boy o boy, wait 'till the 23rd and find a sad selection to choose from. Every one we looked at had the most giantest holes in it! I kept saying "Well there's a huge hole, but we can turn it to the wall. Wait, there's a huge hole on the other side, too," and, "It's full of holes, but at least the holes are scattered evenly all over the whole tree! No, wait, it's dry as a bone."

We finally found an acceptable tree--a trifle shorter than I would have liked, but the fluffiest one available, lashed it to the top of the car and took it home. We didn't bring it into the house, though, 'cause the living room wasn't ready. It's still in the yard, in fact.

Hopefully, when we do bring it in, Mom will leave my thumbnails alone! And if you don't know what I mean, check that year ago today link below.

By the time we got back, it was 5p and I had to get my ass to the beach.

What? The beach? Did you go swimming? No no no, I needed to pick up my photos from Sea Hour, the place that I send my colour film to, because they are such a wonderful lab and do such great prints, though they charge the earth and they're all dumb as rocks. Every single time I have spoken to them on the phone I always want to put my head through a wall, they're such dimwits, but the work is so fine that I put up with it.

And I also put up with an hour-long drive out to Santa Monica. And they don't take Amex, so I had to wander around and look for an ATM so that I could pay cash, but the prints were great and I, God save me, stood around and ordered a bunch of blow ups. So I'll have to drive out there again on Tuesday!

When I got home, I spoke on the phone to Melanie, hearing her kids clamour in the background "When is she coming over? We want to see her, too!" I'm telling you, their seeing me only once a year is what makes seeing me such a treat. If they saw me every day like the Callahan kids, they'd get over it soon enough.

And the proof is that when Melanie quickly came over for the gift exchange, she gave me a bag with gifts from each of them! It's nice when kids get old enough to reciprocate. O, I can't wait until Christmas!

Today's horoscope:
A discussion with a friend can help you clarify your feelings about a domestic matter. Pick your most objective friend.

One year ago today:
I have the purple thumbnail because my mother maimed me.

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