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12.25.11

i am hoping to start my christmas day in a way i think would make my dad very proud, not to mention Jesus...starbucks. (theres no way these guys can have a time off right...right?!).

edited to add: starbucks is NOT OPEN on christmas day. i was not happy for me...um, i think im addicted, but i was happy for those that work at starbucks...i guess its not run by overly caffenated nazi's. who knew??!

this AM we are heading to hospice to volunteer to serve christmas dinner. with the candlelight church service last night, hospice today and way WAY too much candy being eaten i am on the verge of tears, but im holding it together. something about crying with strangers screams WEIRDO and i am not about to do that.

yesterday mom and i went to king of prussia to do a bit of for-fun shopping. despite everyones attempts as wooing us away (itll be crazy! wow youre nuts! why would you do that!) we had a ball. i wont lie, i thought everyone would be right...that it would have been a madhouse, but it wasnt bad.

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