So as he tends to do, my dad, bought me the iPod I mentioned on my blog for Christmas. I am so VERY VERY excited!! New toy! It’s cute and tiny and shiny and mine all mine!!
*happy dance*
It’s funny, because it makes me scared to blog about cool gadgetry, for fear it will show up on my doorstep. And then I feel guilty when I overcome the fear and blog about it anyway, because I’m worried dad will think it’s because I expect it to appear.
The ironic thing is, dad had the iPod sent to my house, but Apple remembered my old apartment address from three and a half years ago and sent the package there instead. Oops. So he had to tell me, and then yesterday there was a scavenger hunt for the gift. I found it, and gleefully called him, and THEN he announced that my mother doesn’t want me to have it yet because then there will be nothing under the tree for me, and that the pair of them are in negotiations on the subject. So as excited as I am, in my attempt to be a good daughter the cute little gift-wrapped iPod is sitting forlornly under my own tree, and it is KILLING me not to play with it.
May your problems always be as happy as mine. 
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