around this time of year, my less that immediate family likes to come around and hand out with us. and me, being the antisocial butterfly that i am, felt the need to hide. we where at my grandparents house, my aunt, my mother and a couple of other people that we may or may not be related to (we're to different to tell) where sitting in the computor room talking, thus i couldnt get on the computor. there goes plan a. my grandfather and my uncle where in the living room watching old westerns. there went plan b. so i sat, by myself in the dining room checking out the latest designs of the ugliest clothes ever made in one of my grandmothers magazenes. that wasnt the unfortunate part. no, far from it. what i thought was the most unfortunate part was that i actually found something i liked. sat and pondered my choice in clothing for a moment, and decided that i just had a wierd, old people moment, and that i was really ok. the feeling quickly passed as i turned the page to, you guessed it, old lady underware. mmmm. nothing gets you in the holiday spirit like staring strait at old woman boob. i abandoned my quest for solitude at that moment, and went to watch television with my uncle. a wise choice i think.

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