Then I received my first college acceptance letter.
And ate my weight in red and green M&M's.
I cooked spaghetti until it was al-dente and drizzled copious amounts of truffle oil and gobs of fire red marinara sauce. I ate it from a big, white bowl. It was delicious.
Around 3:30, my parents arrived home from Christmas shopping. Not being the type of person to ever wait, I risked all my Christmas morning joy and opened all my presents right then and there.
I was so glad my parents bought me swear word band-aids from UO and a sex bomb bath bomb from Lush; I love my parents.
I brewed some green tea from loose tea leaves and watched them expand across the surface of the mug.
At exactly 5:00, I zipped up my jet black, 100% heat protective winter coat from Latvia and dragged out my bicycle.
I resumed biking until Christmas lights were a blur and when I could feel a nosebleed coming on. Surprisingly, the ice on the sidewalks was not too slippery. My bicycle rode past with a breeze, except the crackling scared me.
Now, as my fingers are still a little jittery, I will probably run a hot bath and let my new bath bomb turn the water into lavender and hot pink, and all other seductive colors.
Then, I will have Christmas Eve dinner with my parents. We will toast to good health, except I won't really toast because my parents don't believe in underage drinking.
I think they should be more secretive about where they store their wine stash.
Tonight, I will probably melt away on my bed and remain in a food coma until 1:00 pm tomorrow.
Then, as a Christmas tradition, I will let the neighborhood movie theater entrance me with the latest blockbuster.
R.
