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I've seen a lot of "It's snowing!" posts on my friend's lists the past couple of days.

It is NOT snowing here. In fact it's been a rather pleasant 75 degrees, with lots of sunshine.

Feel free to hate me.


Also Here is the Star Trek shoes from the previous post. I have the blue ones.

Tonight is the family Hannukah party. It's just me, my parents, and my brother. In theory the cat too, but he's not leaving my apartment. If roommate is home, he'll likely bother her for food or tackle her sewing projects. I imagine he'll be getting something from my brother.

This year I am getting my dad a can opener.

Why? Because I'm feeling petty and spiteful.

The past couple of years? Maybe even longer, my presents have sucked. Last year for my birthday? I got

Wait for it.







A garage door opener on a key chain.

Yes. A garage door opener on a key chain. Why? So I could have a way to open up the garage in the event I was coming back to my place on my bike. The bike which has been sitting in my parent's garage for the past year.

My brother?

He got a brand new, underwater digital camera.

Digital camera. Garage door opener. Hurm.

I don't think I'm a hard person to shop for. Books gift cards, art supplies, dragons! Fan stuff. DVDs. I don't know. But apparently my dad has trouble with this. Also while my mom has always tried to make things even when giving something to my brother and I, my dad has trouble with this concept. When he was little his parents were perfectly okay with giving good stuff to one kid and not the other. Which has led to gifts like a book for my college graduation. Now, I liked the book and everything (Caviler and Clay), but it was my college graduation. I would hope for something better than that. Yes, yes, I know. Whine, whine, whine.

Still. That is why there is a can opener. For his birthday, on Saturday, I'm checking a book out from the library where I work that I think he'd like to read.

I am being spiteful.

Bad me.