cheerfulSo almost every celebration involves them, too. It's quite cute - and it helps that they're all nice people.
So we passed presents around, while I sat and felt bad about just contributing a card. Not that what I got was astounding, but I did snag some cool artwork and a new T-shirt, which I'll be wearing tonight.
One dinner (Almost English - lamb with chutney) and several conversations later, I headed home.
Now my only concern is that I told my parents I had a blog. Which means they might discover it some day...
While some of the content might be mildly embarrassing, that's not the main worry. I wouldn't at all be surprised to have my dad comment on every single dangling participle and final preposition. Oy.
And now I should try to get myself out of here...
