The kids opened their presents tonight. The real digital cameras and the cell phone where a big hit. Yes, I gave my son a cell phone. I preprogrammed it for mom, dad and grandma. I gave strict rules as to expected use. I explained that this is only while mommy is out of town a lot and that once I discontinue that practice, the cell phone will go away. I am still not sure how I feel about this. It was something I've been thinking about for awhile... and, yet, I'm vastly uncomfortable with it.

So, for a few months now I've been dying to get a big fluffy terry cloth robe. One that is terry enough that you can put it on after the shower and yet fluffy enough that you just want to curl up on the couch on a cold winter rainy day in it. I haven't told anyone this is what I want for Christmas because, well, I haven't thought of it as something I want... I really want it but I'm not really good at asking for what I want and so usually I don't. Not to mention that I just feel like if I want a terry cloth robe, I should just buy my own terry cloth robe. I clearly have issues with feeling dependent or indebted to anyone. But, heck, that's alright.

Tonight was one of those Nine Inch Nail, Down In It, type of nights. Melodramatic because you want it to be... because being in that space is the right place to be, the place your heart needs to be to feel. Sometimes, you just need a night like that....

Reminiscent of math sculptures.

Hari Hari Boom Boom