Opening presents is always a thrill. All I wanted for Christmas was a bike and pajama bottoms (I felt like I was ten). The DBZ-color vest jacket was nice, too.
We went over to Uncle Jack's for lunch and visiting. This is where I get to visit with people I haven't seen in about a year. I wish I saw them all more often. I hung around for a while looking at pictures and going through some old stuff one of my cousins was giving away. I didn't need a ceiling fan or printer or couch cushions, so I settled for the handheld fan.
The rest of the day was lounging around and eating. I'd given Brooke the Best and Worst of American Idol, and we watched some of it at her house. Her chihuahua, Buddy, assaulted me all night. Licking my face and ears and nose and mouth. But I got to relive the magic of William Hung, Leroy Wells, Ruben and Clay, and some of the really, really awful auditioners who thought they could sing. I watch a lot of comedy stuff, but nothing--and baby I mean nothing--makes me laugh like American Idol. A Merry Christmas indeed.
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