Monday, December 29, 2003

I went home for Christmas. My parents have begun to redecorate the house I grew up in, which is just wierd. For 15 years or so I lived there, and all the walls were white, no curtains, nothing. And now? Curtains, and the kitchen is green. It's wierd. And they are turning my bedroom into my mom's knitting/sewing room. Sigh. I got to see my dog, and my 18 year old cat, Woodrow. He's got cataracts, the poor dear, and arthritis. Despite all that, he still picks on the other cat. Which is good, since she's evil. I am now a first-time car owner, and I'm about to order checks for my joint account. Damn, I'm old.

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