Christmas just arrived in the mail. I
thought it was already here in the glow of the Glüwein and clamouring Kris Kringles, yet the picture wasn't complete without a 20-pound care package from home. I can tell it's from home, even without the waybill, by the hermetically-sealed bomb-proof vault it came in. Half the fun is just getting inside. I brought the letter opener Dad carved for me, but it looks a bit undersized for the job. I also have a new pair of scissors ... hmmm. An ancient mariner once told me to start every job by "tooling up" - lucky my room-mate keeps a closet full of tools down the hall.
ta da! *phew* Wonder if I'm allowed to open the Christmas wrap yet? At this weight, it's definitely not flying to London with me tomorrow. Do I detect the aroma of
peanut butter??(For your viewing pleasure, in my
spare time, I finally fixed the animated gifs for November's construction party. Note: it took less time to build the bedframe than to make an animated gif of building the bedframe!)
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