Happy Boxing Day!

Christmas this year was weird, in large part because of Dead Grandpa. (That's the excuse I'm using for why all of y'all are getting New Year's cards instead of Christmas ones. Dead Grandpa.) Also, my very favourite thing about Christmas is that for my family it has always followed a strict calendar dictated by tradition. This year all of our traditions were derailed, and I did not like it one bit.

The thing is, my family is nominally pretty large. But not technically, because we don't speak with nearly all of them. So Christmas is normally really low-key. We spend all of the blessed day itself in pajamas, drinking and smoking and eating and watching movies. This last year, due to drama and death, my family has shrunk even further, and various other things conspired to make the things I love just not happen, and my father was a fucking grouch and a half besides.

Anyway, we ended up getting more or less into the swing of things, and now I am happier. I also now have volume 1 of Absolute Sandman, which I can't stop stroking, and a 500GB hard drive. We spent all of yesterday in pajamas, stuffing our faces and watching the dvds we'd all gotten each other. Well, some of them -- this is a family that loves movie nights and television marathoning, so. We watched some NCIS,

With half of the family being vegetarians, now, big holiday dinners can get kinda contentious. Thanksgiving was miserable, even once Mom had made vegetarian stuffing. But! For Christmas dinner, the sisterthing found some really huge beautiful eggplants, and we roasted those babies up for ourselves, and it was festive enough to appeal to the tradition-inclined mother, and delicious enough to appeal to the meat-disinclined children. My father is actually the one who suggested we get some eggplant for ourselves, and I'm super glad he did, because it worked out very well.

I may actually get out of my pajamas before I go to Josh's tonight. No promises.