Last night we also opened the package from my mom's best friend, which had arrived the previous day. My mom's various presents had plastic frogs taped onto the wrapping. She took one off and it lit up with different changing colors. Ditto another one. In trying to figure out what she did to activate it, she said it had a "heiney button." I said, "Oh, so they're prostate-activated gay frogs."
I got $50 B&N gift card.
Christmas Day loot list:
stocking: lots of baked goods, fire stick ["multi-purpose lighter"], Blistex, pack of post-it notes, pack of pens, pack of Jelly Bellys, roll of tape, dish scrubbie
Vamps: Blood-Chilling Tales of Lady Vampires (includes "Carmilla"! -- I've been meaning to read that for ages)
a set of 4 white microwave-safe bowls
a 12-inch non-stick fry pan
dark blue 2qt. sauce pan
a 2qt. tea kettle
[Yes, that was the "Linens 'n' Things is going out of business; do you want anything?" portion.]
"One Good Book Deserves Another" oversize t-shirt for wearing to bed
10.6oz/300g tray of Ferrero Rocher
6-pack of Swiss Miss flavored hot chocolates
It was weird to wake up this morning looking out a window at a yard where most all the snow had melted.
I think we started opening gifts around like 11am. Maureen came over for 2pm dinner. (I got Prince Shells & Cheese! Everyone else had Boston Market chicken.) Linnea stopped by around maybe 4? (Things I learned: both her kids are adopted; the Boston Animal Rescue League has a microchip program; postal workers have their own Florida retirement community). I graciously did not avoid my grandmother at all.
[Edit: For my reference, the jokes from this morning:
+ One of the gifts for my mom, my brother (incorrectly) guessed "cheese popcorn." This became a running joke as a guess for just about every gift.
+ My mom got my dad a "Bah Humbug" Santa hat, saying she knew she was taking a risk. Later, my brother was opening a gift from her and said it seemed like a book. I said, "Mom wouldn't be stupid enough to give you a book." He said, "Mom takes risks." And indeed it was a book, and not even an explicitly practical one at that.]
I had considered the possibility of staying an additional night, but I was fading this evening, so my dad graciously drove me home around 7:30 after everyone else had left.
katemonkey says, "Secret Slasha is temporarily delayed whilst I recover from this deathly cold I've managed to pick up."
I have seen Yuletide rec posts popping up on my flist but haven't actually read any fics except an xkcd fic: "The Amazing Adventures of Hat Guy and the Girl Who Stole His Hat."
I look forward to a lazy day tomorrow.