The Fanstastic Ms. Fox

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.]

Warmest things,

On this special day, I wish to wish you all a wish for a wish of light and dark portions of the twenty-four-hour cycle of approximately equal length, as well as a sunset and sunrise that are about twelve hours apart. For those of you in the Northern Hemisphere, I offer my sincerest hopes that in the roughly three months to come, the derivative of x where x="day length" will be continue its proud  course of being less than zero while the derivative of the derivative of x will be greater than zero until sometime in late March. The reverse holds for those of you in the Southern Hemisphere. Regardless, I hope will will all carry the following message in your heart: if the above fails to transpire, we're seriously fucked.

    Sincelery,

    Amy