My mother snatches people's presents out of their hands the second they unwrap them. She also searches them for price tags and makes fun if they're soap. ("They think you're dirty haahh.") If something came in a bag, she keeps the bag.
My father tries to open everything with his little swiss army knife. Everything. For every Christmas I can ever remember.
It's like they're stuck in this weird pattern they can't break. Like the Twilight Zone.
I have to sit myself down and tell myself "No, you will never buy a fake tree. No, you would never buy lots of picture frames and keep them under the bed in case you need gifts for people."
My father tries to open everything with his little swiss army knife. Everything. For every Christmas I can ever remember.
It's like they're stuck in this weird pattern they can't break. Like the Twilight Zone.
I have to sit myself down and tell myself "No, you will never buy a fake tree. No, you would never buy lots of picture frames and keep them under the bed in case you need gifts for people."
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Date: 2002-12-29 10:55 am (UTC)It's scary/comforting how everyone's family is a little the same. That's my mom.
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Date: 2002-12-30 07:48 am (UTC)