aren't we done yet?

I usually love Christmas. All the movies...well, not so much the movies, most of them are very sappy and cheesy. The pretty decorations, the food, the music. Normally, it lifts the spirits as long as I'm able to stay out of the stores. Not this year. For some reason, I wasn't able to get as into it as I used to. I think a lot of it had to do with that I knew that I'd have a couple hours Christmas eve to spend with the kids, then it would be all over.

As far as that goes, we had a nice evening with my family, though it was fairly obvious that Gavin's meds were wearing off, and he was starting to get hyper. We also got to meet my cousins girlfriend. She seems really nice. Other than that, it was about what I expected.

I did get a few nice gifts. A necklace from each of the kids that they bought from Santa's Shop at school, two jars of Manic Panic haircolor which not only colored my hair a lovely purpleish wine color but also dyed half my body and the shower bright fuschia, a gas card, a McDonalds gift card, about fifty bucks worth of movie bucks, and a gallon of antifreeze.

I spent Christmas day itself trying to scrub the hair dye off my skin so I wouldn't look like a sunburned smurf, and bleaching the shower to get the fuchsia residue out of it.