It's a little late to talk about Christmas presents, But I felt I had to share. My family and I headed to grandparents house for the holiday a little late (end of January I believe) to exchange presents, stuff our faces with food, and enjoy each others company.
First we had turkey and various sides (it was a very small dinner for me... I do not enjoy meat and it was the 'main event' so mostly I was forced to enjoy heaps of potato salad).
Then we socialized, which was not so enjoyable for me. The conversation about my bowling practice led to my uncle practically forcing me to go bowling with him, where he tried to give me 'a few pointers', which it just so happened made me bowl in the THIRTIES. And the lanes we went to hurt my poor baby- err I mean ball. The stupid ball return was feeling inadequate and took it's frustrations out on my spherical object, covering it in a layer of RUBBER. It is very hard to get off. I'm still trying. Present exchanging time came around, and that uncle returned my easel holder (he got it for me on Christmas Eve but I couldn't have it because he wanted to stain it) which I was grateful for. Maybe now I'll test out those oil paints, though i've been waiting for the weather to warm. It would look adorable to paint outside.
My dear grandparents wrapped my sisters and I several presents one of which was the picture to the right. I felt they were secretly trying to tell me something...
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| Also, Rossy de Palma kind of looks like Marilyn Manson. |
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