WHAT A CHRISTMAS.
Got booty of all sorts including a stuffed monkey named Spanky, hair ties that function as bracelets, several candles, and some time with a baby bunny. Last night I really celebrated “X”-mas appropriately. Scott and I ran around giggling “Merry Christmas!” on the deserted Evergreen Campus, and compared our stories of being only children with recently divorced parents during the holidays.

Christmas Eve with my mother, aunt, and cousins was a hoot–I spent most of my time trying to establish myself as “the cool cousin who you can turn to when you have questions you can’t ask your mother about sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll” for my 10 and 12 year old boycousins. Not sure if my aunt appreciated the gesture, but I WILL make sure those boys have someone to talk to when their in their teens and trying to navigate the world of Bainbridge Island keggers, condoms, and smoking pot out of a squished Bud Lite can.

And the baby bunny! My dad has three, and I spent most of my time petting the cinnamon runt. Oh dear god. I want that baby bunny so badly, but my mother sharply told me “You don’t want a baby bunny–you just want a BABY. Just hold your stuffed monkey instead.”