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Back in Vancouver. Heck of a Christmas

- A bit loely without the dog there. Got to do some processing with my mum.

- My 15(?) year-old roleplayer/music-geek younger cousin (the one who taught himself to read at 20 months?) told me all about his completed Nanowrimo entry.

- At Chirstmas dinner, my Aunt had to go in the ambulance. She's fine. Gallbladder.

- My Mum was thrilled with the six-petaled-lotus-shaped candle holder made from scrap aluminum, as well as the painted birch box. Go Trades! Then she had to go to the hospital. She's fine too

- All of my relatives are now informed about my "lass" status. As in "both sides of the family." It turns out that all of them are either tolerant, supportive, or interested in this "trans" thing. I am very fortunate.

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On a humourous note....

One aunt gave me pyjamas for surgical recovery. Bless her.

But it turned out they were too small. So we took them back. To La Senza.
La Senza. Think: pink sparkly teenybop heaven!!!!
(Google image search does not do it justice)
Also think. Me. At La Senza. Trying on pyjamas. In snow-mobile carpenter's pants, steel-toed boots, and a not-so-wintery pigshave haircut.

Once you stop laughing, I ask you this:

Does anyone want to trade (anything - anything at all) for a La Senza gift card with refunded pyjamas on it?

[Edit: It's been claimed.]

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Also, know this:

You can sing O Little Town of Bethlehem to the tune of House of the Rising Sun (with maximum angst if at all possible), and vice-versa.

I have the desire to form a music group

[Edit: The Internet tells me that someone beat me to it.]