the turdunkin is served

December 25th, a day of jovial laughing and merry tears braught on by the sweet reminders of love forgotten or, love re-envisioned. Or that's what they tell me Chrismass is supposed to be about. My day was quite different.
December 24th, when by well enough. My daughters opened presents. They loved them. Although my eldest opened her present from grandma [pokemon ruby] and promptly put it down after playing 10 seconds and proclaiming that it's the same game as her pokemon red. I warned everyone.
I got a lisence plate holder that says "big pimpin spendin cheese." I was amazed that Kim remembered I thought haveing a plate holder that said that would be cool. I think she was a little depressed because I didn't react enough. She always gets down when I don't react the way she wanted.

The day before X-mass I find out that I might have been exposed to lice (twice in a month/dirty girl knows who she is). So I can't see my family. That got a reaction out of me. I was looking forward to seeing my family. I don't get to see them often; matter-of-fact, I don't get to see them hardly ever.
Hopefully I will be going down for a visit very soon.

I now count the days before I get an iPod.