"It's my pool, and it's my duck."

So, did the annual Christmas Eve watch of Scrooge, with Alastair Sim ....... and, unexpectedly, as I'd completely forgotten, one Patrick McNee. I squeed on Kathy's behalf. :D

Then we got to the "one present on Christmas Eve" bit. Dad got Mom a really cute Mary Poppins doll, and Al and I got a pair of tickets to Meadowbrook's big 80s New Year's Eve party. Which, uh, I ALMOST bought for us on Saturday night. No, really, I was THIS CLOSE and decided not to in case I was pressed for time coming back from work that night. So it's sort of a good, funny thing that I didn't.

However. Uncle Richie got Dad a refurbished laptop.

My dad the computer challenged.

My dad who never goes near a laptop.

My dad with the brand new computer.

I'm going to breathe and refuse to be jealous and tetchy over this. After all, Mom just told me TODAY how much he sells that exact refurbished laptop for - it's not TOO much - and I could just nick off and buy my own. I really could. But ..... it's the principle of the situation.

Oh, well. I'm off to do something to push the tetchy vibes back before they make me thoroughly annoyed. I'll likely have MORE than enough of that tomorrow, dealing with the relatives. .... Though, you know. It could be worse. I could be smack-bang in the middle of that Dead Ringers skit. Or be a sea cucumber. Either way.

Off I go.