Okay, I made it. Everyone left this morning at about 4 am, and it’s back to just me and my parents (and the dogs) here in the house. The whole weekend was relatively painless, actually, though there were a few rough patches.
I was going to spend a paragraph writing about how annoying my Nanny was, but I just can’t do it. Something about the Christmas spirit is preventing me. So let’s just say that she annoyed the crap out of me, but now she’s gone, and everything is fine.
Christmas morning was nice. I got some money from my parents and Nanny, and a gift card and a magazine subscription (Women’s Health, which is cool) from my aunt. For some reason, though it’s been five and a half years since I graduated from college, my mother thought this would be the perfect year to get me lots of NYU-related stuff: t-shirts, a hat, and some decals for my car. It’s like I just graduated last year or something. She even got my dad a sweatshirt that says, “NYU Dad.” She claims I wouldn’t allow her to purchase these things when I was actually in school (which could be true), so she saw this year as the perfect opportunity. I think she was just trying to convince me that I don’t actually regret going to NYU in the first place. Apparently a few shirts will change my mind. We’ll see.
Christine comes on Friday. We weren’t supposed to get each other any gifts this year, but those promises never really work, so I got her just a little something. She says she’ll be getting me something, too, but I hope she doesn’t. I mean, it sounds completely corny, but Christine gives me so much all year (and the Dixie Chicks tickets were supposed to be my Christmas present anyway) that I just don’t see the need for her to give me something just because it’s a certain time on the calendar.
If you haven’t already guessed, I’m pretty damn content in my life. I don’t need anything, and most of what I want has already been provided one way or another (like argyle socks, as you can see above). I have my complaints, but if I sit down and think about it, life is pretty awesome. And most of that is thanks to Christine. What other gift could she give me that would be better than that?
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