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Christmas exceeded all expectations. Extreme beauty overload driving through the Winter Wonderland that was North White Plains, from aunt and uncle's house to train station. Clear blue sky, sparkling white everywhere, and other predictable nouns and adjectives.

Small sadness coming home for the first time from Christmas to no Christmas kitties. I miss my girls every day. The matching pajamas mom got me and Kirsten have little patchwork kitty cats all over them-- a design of blue cats with different patches, and spools and needles. Mom didn't even notice the connection to Patchwork Lily until I pointed it out.

It was the first time since grade five that Kirsten and I have dressed alike. Gosh but we look different. We are the most unalike-looking twins I've ever seen in my life, including the fictional ones in that movie.

Finished Kirsten's sleeves yesterday. A rousing success. Stripety mum scarf also a rousing success. I have five days to finish the bumble-bee socks (which are a present for somebody who shall remain nameless in case she reads this) and like a buffoon I left the knitting at home. (I'm at Mint Manor now, 'course.) So I'll only have two days to finish. Holy suspense and drama, Batman. In the mean time, I've started on the vest for my dad. First time with circular needles. I like 'em.

What happened to merit "my dad is a big asshole", by the way: at breakfast on Christmas morning he threw a tantrum over a piece of mail addressed to our family but really meant for Kirsten and me. I'm not going into it here, but anyway, he got it in his head that he was being deprived of his rights and threw a big, loud tantrum. In fact, he started yelling right after Gina said to me, "I have a headache". I know he heard her say this and yet he immediately started yelling about how no one was going to deprive him of his supreme rights, blah blah blah blah, in an extremely LOUD and obnoxious voice. He's usually a nice man but he's got some screws loose, you see. We basically know how to deal with him but I don't appreciate him yelling in my friends' ears. Grow up just a tiny bit, please, old man. No; too much to ask. Old dog'll never learn the fancy new tricks of maturity and consideration for others.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:10 AM | shower me with attention