I am watching Roman Polanski on Biography. Mia Farrow just said that she supports Roman over the child molestation charges, that she thinks of him as a brother and just think that he showed poor judgement.

Personally, I think that's pretty rich.

Well, Christmas was just swell, thank you. The Christmas Bitch raised her ugly head a few times (that's when my Mom has a fit about something), but not so much.

I got up early (well, before 10a) and Mom got up at 10a after being beeped, then she started on the turkey, so no presents could be opened until it was in the over. Meaning that we didn't start until around 4.30p. This is rather later than usual, but the whole dinner thing was fraught with difficulty. Not so bad as another dinner I can mention, but it was a bit of an uphill battle.

First of all, there were no giblets in the turkey. Both Mom and me had our hands up that turkey's ass like proctologists, but only the neck could be found, so Mom called the store and asked them how they expected her to make her gravy. She asked that question of the meat guy, Reuben, who suggested chicken gizzards, and the manager, Jesse, who said that we could get them for free.

I went to the store, got the gizzards, then went to talk to Jesse.

ME
I am the daughter of the woman with no giblets.

JESSE
Ah, she just called again and said to get two boxes of Jiffy cornbread, and you can have them, too.

I can only imagine that he would agree to anything in order to get her off of his back, but actually she only called so that he would tell me to get them, not to get them comped, as the Jiffy mix that he had was full of bugs, but she had had the boxes for several months. However, perhaps he thought that it was the better part of valour just to give us everything and send us on our way.

When I got home, I started on my bread pudding, and found that I didn't have enough vanilla. It was close to 2p, when the store closed so that the miserable bastards, i.e. the employees with no seniority whatsoever, could go home to their turkey TV dinners, so it was a bit of a rush, but I made it and all was swell.

After the turkey was in the oven, I couldn't be held off from the presents any longer.

I got ten pairs of Victoria Secret underwear, ten pairs of socks, one pair of slipper-socks with fuzzy blue legs like Grover, two bras (if it wasn't for Xmas, I'd never get new undies at all!), a t-shirt with a kitty on it that says "I don't do mornings", blue jammies with clouds, a khaki coloured sort of half jammies-half sweatsuit thing that is the softest, most comfy thing ever, two pairs of clogs, of all things (this is funny, because I have been wearing my clogs from when I was 12 ever since coming home), a set of six bubblebaths, lotions and shampoos that's made to look like a set of little milk bottles, the purple striped Gap sweater, the black sweater with the flecks that I fell in love with last year, As the Crow Flies by Jeffrey Archer, Cooking With Friends (that's TV's Friends), for some unknown reason, a cd set "Too Hot For Radio", censored bits from the Golden Age of radio that looks like quite alot of fun, a pair of nice earrings with garnets and peridots, and a really truly beautiful Oleg Cassini watch.

I also got the Academy videos Dr. T and the Women, Requiem for a Dream, The Visit, The Opportunists, Dancer in the Dark, Chunhyang, and, best of all, my beloved State and Main.

From Melanie and her kids I got an adorable wooden hedgehog keychain, a Victoria's Secret bath set, pear scented body lotion, splash and shower gel and a Calgon bath set in Hawaiian Ginger scent with lotion, splash and gel and a scrubbie thingy and a candle. From Lucy I got a melon scented bath set--scrub, lotion and bubble bath and a comic strip collection Humongous Zits, which she got me because I got her other Zits books for her and started to read one, shrieking with mirth, so she had John sneak out and pick it up, which I think is incredibly sweet. From Catherine de Cuir I got a lemongrass ginger and a green tea soap, and from Never I got a set of nine bath melts from Lush, sort of set into a flat wooden block thing, and I remember thinking as I opened it, "Why does this decorative tile smell so good?"

Clearly, everyone thinks that I am filthy. Just kidding! Clearly, everyone knows exactly what I love the most.

I also got Aplets and Cotlets from Joan, delicious Australian biscuits from Amanda, Aimee Mann's I'm With Stupid from Beth, Into the Dream from Ann Monroe (Ann, I couldn't find a current email for you so I couldn't send you a thank you note! Please write me so that I have one!) and X-Men from Stef on DVD, which made me laugh and laugh, because she is the only person whom I will admit is a bigger fan of that film than I.

O, and from Dawn, though this was a couple of weeks ago, space for sweetasabiscuit.com (her birthday present to me), because I didn't have room on a credit card to have anyone host the domain! I'll try to debut it on 1 January.

Thank you, everyone, for all the swell pressies!

After we finished opening mine, dinner was ready, so we decided to eat before opening Mom's.

Dinner was delicious, though the turkey had to come out of the oven earlier than expected, before turning it breast up, so it was a little pasty-looking, but it was already too hot inside, and it was getting much too brown and the leg was very loose. When we carved the breast, it actually was a trifle pink, but we ate it anyway. If I stop updating suddenly, you'll know why.

Mom got some good presents, that she opened at 9.30p after eating, watching A Charlie Brown Christmas and taking a short nap in her chair (she's been falling asleep in that chair since I was a tot). I gave her all of Daddy's Playbills that I got, along with two TV/Radio Mirror magazines with interviews with Daddy in them. I must scan the articles before I leave, as they are great.

So, that was Christmas! And I hope that you had a great one, too.

What did you get for Christmas? What was your best present? Do you have any stocking traditions?

Today's horoscope:
Fun is in focus. Don't push yourself. Put off major efforts for another day; keep a playful attitude today.

One year ago today:
But what about PP and Bapa, I hear you cry!

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