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So, the boyfriend and I are off to breakfast and the Saints game with my dad and brothers.

I know, it sounds kinda frightening (not unlike dove hunting with the bubbas)–at least it does to me. Personally, I can’t stand sitting through football games. Baseball, tennis, even golf tournaments, yes. Football and basketball, no. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that I fairly suck at football or basketball…

Still, I love spending time with my dad and brothers…. Well, most of my brothers: the Bible-thumping one right behind me (conceived at almost the very moment I was adopted), grates on my nerves, but the others are cool. Maybe if I saw them more often, that wouldn’t be the case, but since we cross paths only a couple of times each year, it’s a novelty.

My mom, on the other hand…. She’s one I just don’t get. Her version of family visits–especially Christmas–really bugs me. I’m in her house for two minutes and she’s already sobbing about how happy she is to see me and getting all smarmy and cranking up the Perry Como Christmas album. Imagine Sally Field in almost anything, and you get the picture. I’m sure that makes me sound like a monster in the first degree. All my friends who meet her think she’s adorable.

The problem is, I feel like I’m friends with my dad and most of my brothers. My mom, though…we have very little in common.

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Note: there is no “x” in “espresso.” Ergo, please refrain from mentioning “expresso” in my presence.

Yes, I’m speaking to you–you, the aging jock holding the poorly lit cigar with the band still on it.

Same goes for your acid wash-wearing “Omigod why the hell would anyone pay $15,000 for this Ansel Adams photo when they can walk right around the corner and get the poster for ten bucks” girlfriend.

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Yes, it’s true: our tree is up. The rotating color wheel is plugged in, too. It blows a breaker every time we turn it on.

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I cut my hair today. All by myself. In five minutes. It had been doing its own thing for the past four months, my hair. It was time.

(Sorry. Gertrude Stein moment there. It’s over now.)

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Okay, so did anyone else see this? I’m certainly friggin’ jealous.

Yes, it’s a slow day around here. I’m finally getting the chance to catch up on my surfing. It’s almost a vacation. Except I’m sitting in my office trying to look busy.

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Oh, I think I already mentioned this, but maybe not: we’re in NYC from January 3rd through the 9th. I’ve put Jonno in charge of pulling together an event (i.e. happy hour at a dive bar), so ask him for details.

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Thanks you for the early x-mas prezzie, boyfriend. Since you’re all-too familiar with my fascination for things bright and shiny, I can only assume you bought it to keep me out of your hair for the next three months. 🙂