My cat and my dog. Notice the homicidal glint in Chester's eye. My mother and I decided today (by which I mean that I said and my mom warily agreed) that in addition to being Orson Welles reincarnated, my cat is sort of a Bond villain. Or possibly a mafia boss, or really anyone who could feasibly nod to a lackey to indicate that someone needs to be "taken care of".
Christmas was excellent. Coolest gift was undoubtedly the iPod, which was a joint present from the entire maternal side of my family. Other awesomeness included scarf handmade by Aunt, Paul Simon songbook, and futuristic silicone potholder/trivet. Oh, and chocolate. So much chocolate.
Happy winter, all you people out there in intarwebbland!
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