Christmas Day (With A Dash of PINK Revulsion)

Here's what I got:

Three pairs of earrings

A battery charger (Mom and me agree that it's too big and we're going to get me a smaller one)

Rechargeable batteries (my digital camera needs them)

Atlantis Season 3 (which I wouldn't have known I was getting if Anna had shut her big mouth last night. She read off the clue, that silly nit, and the clue was "Lost Continent." UM, gee, it could be ATLANTIS?) Anyway, thrilled to bits that I got it, and have already watched some. Probably will watch more tomorrow. GLEE.

Light blue hoodie jumper thing (need one. My old one has the label of DON)

But horror struck at Grandma's house. She pulled a fast one this year.

From Grandma K., I got PINK jammies. PINK. PINK! My barely concealed outrage is at the fact that she didn't get me what I wanted (underwear. Is it too much to ask?)

oH No. SHE GOT ME PINK PJ'S. WHAT AM I, TWELVE?

My grandmother knows very well that at the ripe old age of 21 years, 8 months, and 3 days, I hate pink. I hate pink in almost all its forms. So she gets me something entirely, unabashedly, totally PINK.

I will take blue. I will take red. I will take black. But please, for heaven's sake, I have begged and begged and begged her not to buy me pink and she does it to me at least once every 5 years just to remind me that she doesn't like me.

She also got me a manicure set for traveling and two bottles of stuff that I don't know if I can fit in with everything else.

Except for the PINK (Agh, my eyes!) blemish on my Christmas things have gone rather smoothly. Most of the family doesn't speak to me, so it was mighty peaceful around the relatives today with all that silence.

That's about it. One week to go.

Cheers,
Bec