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[threeplusfire]

We finished the last of the Christmas shopping. I found a card with a pie on it! I was overjoyed by such a small thing. Sometimes I wish my handwriting was cleaner, more elegant and precise so that I could buy one of those hideously expensive leather journals to carry in my pocket. But between Russian, journalism and my own foibles. Shaky hands, aching joints, too much time typing these days. I have a haphazard half cursive, half print style as well. It's legible, but not pretty.

My key lime pie is chilling in the fridge. It was surprisingly easy, except for juicing ten tiny limes. Tonight I'll watch Sopranos and make the lemon meringue, my crowning masterpiece of Christmas pies. Tomorrow we rise early to see ROTK with my mother, and after work we're driving to Bryan. We have a little surround sound setup for Alan's parents, gameboy accessories for the nephews, a huge book on motorcycles for his sister, and pies. I'll give my mother her presents tomorrow, soundtracks to the Fellowship and Two Towers. For my sister, I picked up a selection of soaps from Bath & Bodyworks, and some lipgloss. I don't know when I'll see my father, but I bought him some books. I have little presents for Alan and Melynda too.

Strange how close the holiday is.

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[rm.livejournal.com]

You have to work on Christmas eve? Effectively into Christmas day? That sucks.