So Long 2004, You Were a Big Whore

i don't know what would make 2004 a whore, it just rhymes is all. apologies are in order, as i asked that you "stay tuned for updates", and i posted none. the following contains the highlights and lowlights of christmas in arizona.

THE DRIVE EAST:
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after forcing micah listen to my new favorite morrissey song five times over until i knew every word by heart (because my heart belongs to stephen patrick morrissey), the cd player broke. micah was then forced to perfect harmonies with me on several folk songs he loathes.

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i can now sing harmony on mama you been on my mind.

THE ARRIVAL:
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frances tried to bite my face off when i tried to pick him up.

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the house looked and smelled like christmas. the food spread was glorious and mom complimented my outfit.

CHRISTAMS MORNING:
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santa did not come. there was no new bike, digital clock radio or pxl 2000.

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mom has come to accept that her already hyper-active middle child needs to drink a pot of coffee to prevent a debilitating headache. there was a pot of coffee ready for me christmas morn.

CHRISTMAS DAY:
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has anyone ever noticed how bossy mom is? the kitchen bickering was beyond belief.

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among the lovely gifts i received, my favorite is a tie between the alligator pen natalie gave, and the kick ass "not a toy" spy microphone from the most kick ass husband who is brave enough to entertain his adult wife's completely unethical behavior (see photo below).

CHRISTMAS NIGHT:
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mom interrupting play of scene it, by raising her hand and answering every question with either "tom hanks!" or "meet the parents!".

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the only answer mom answered correctly was "scarface!", which raised the eyebrows of all present.

WEE HOURS OF DECEMBER 26:
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there is only a highlight here. micah also gave me ear candles for christmas. christine, micah and i (after mom was sound asleep) crammed them in our ears, set them on fire, cut them open, and delighted in how disgusting our ears are.
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that was our christmas. oh, there was some shopping the day after and a few more rounds of my new favorite game, scene it, but those are the main points. it was a much better weekend than i had foreseen. we missed you and your brood, jenny. i hope you had a great birthday.

as for the coming new year, i don't know what we're doing tonight. a few of micah's friends from savannah are in town, they will be over early this evening for a bit; but other than that, no super-duper plans. i do love countdowns, though. until next time, this is emily, once again toying with the idea of her own blog with the sole objective of unearthing the dirty secrets of "jenny" and "hashifa vachoo". POST SOMETHING!!!
P.S. please refer to photos sent to you via e-mail to accompany the proceeding report. i caint git the photo server to work none.