Yay for Christmas presents!

I'm sorry this will be so short. As previously mentioned, I'm carrying on this intense day-in-day-out relationship with my departments's computer lab this week (and next). Lucky for me, WR isn't jealous. Also I suspect he might be having a little sump'n sump'n on the side with his own coursework, that cheater.

But yes, back to presents! My mom's Christmas package arrived this morning! It came just as I was rushing out the door, and I was tempted to just chuck class and stay home opening things, but remembered that I am a Mature Adult and must make Mature Adult Decisions. Also Mom warned me that some of the things in it are for opening now and others are for Christmas morning, and although everything is labeled, it's not all wrapped. So I'm going to have WR open it for me so that I don't see things I'm not supposed to.

Note: This is the part where my entire stinking family will rush to log on and comment that they don't know why I'm even bothering, since I open my presents every year anyway. They say this because they are freaks who can't remember things correctly, also because they can't frigging let things go. One time, one time I opened my presents early, and that's only because the babysitter let me. I was 10, and I fully expected to be told No. But when you're a kid you have to keep pushing--it's just the rule. So when she said, "Okay, fine. Just don't bother me and be sure to tape them back up," I was kind of taken aback. Because she wasn't actually supposed to say that. Only she did, and so I had to open them.

That was the worst Christmas ever, because it's no fun to open a present you've already opened once before. So I've never done that again. And even if I joke about wanting to open presents early, and even if I beg you to let me open presents early, and even if I put a steak knife to your throat and demand my presents, don't give in. I'm just testing the limits, which is what children and adolescents (and those who really should be past this stage by now) do. And if you give in, then you will be harming my emotional and social development. You don't want that on your head now, do you??? Also, I'm going to have maybe 2 things to unwrap this year. No way am I going to ruin the 3.5 minutes of gift-opening that I have scheduled.

So Mom, you can rest easy. I will not be peeking this year. Not that I peek on other years, but still. And thank you for spending a goshawful amount on postage to send me my Christmas stocking! I love you!

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