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Notes on Christmas Gifts

I finally started reading Player One, the latest novel by Douglas Coupland, delivered as the Massey Lecture series last year (woah, feels strange to call 2010 "last year"). I am sucked in and want to skip work or make C take care of himself or something similar so that I can finish it. Thank you to my sister-in-law for gifting it to me at Christmas!!

G and I were discussing his Christmas gifts while I was prepping dinner yesterday. He told me he'd gotten one book:
me: From whom?
G: N__________
me: Who's that?
G: She lives across the street. She's a doctor. She was the first doctor to do wiener surgery.
me: Oh? (not really sure what to say to that one, although I doubt his facts)
G: Yeah. I'm glad it wasn't on me.
me: I'm sure you are.
G: I would cry for nine days if I ever had to have wiener surgery.
me: Nine days, hey?


I gave my nephew this super-cool art paper that already has frames printed around the edges, so you draw/paint/whatever in the middle, and then, voila, preframed art by child geniuses. Tonight, I got this email from his mom:
Beth, Just wanted to let you know Jake really loves his picture frames...today he did pictures of Tinkerbell in Lava (with her insides showing), Tinkerbell in a volcano with lava..and Maggie, with Tinkerbell's lava footprints around her :)

Maggie is their dog. I LAUGHED. OUT. LOUD.
Christmas success!

Comments

MLW said…
LOL almast ROTFL! The joys of 3 year olds!
MLW said…
oops, almost ROTFL!

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