Yeah, that’s right, I’m making *commonlaw* a verb.
My mom always outdoes everyone else with her gifts to me. That’s fair; she’s known me longest and arguably knows me best. She always manages to get amazing presents that I absolutely adore. This year was no exception. We exchanged gifts on Sunday, the 5th — the second last night of Christmas, technically. My gifts to her were a huge hit, which made me happy as I didn’t have much to give her this year. Her gifts started out awesome and got steadily better. There were a LOT of presents from her so I won’t share them all here
I tried one of those home toothpaste recipes that’s baking soda and clove oil and coconut oil. Because I figured it might work better than just swigging clove oil and whiskey in the hopes of relieving my wisdom teeth pain. It didn’t. It was like brushing my teeth with salt. Which, by the way, will trigger an almost instant gag reflex, so that was fun. It probably didn’t help that I didn’t follow the instructions correctly, because WUH’EVA, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT. So now I’m sitting around in leopard print that doesn’t fit too well and swigging
Ok, so she’s more Weeping Angel from The Angels Take Manhattan than she is from Blink or The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone. But. Still. Weeping Angel in front of my fucking building. I have to close one eye, then open the other, constantly just so I can get into my apartment. Ten. Look! I even took a picture! Oh, crap, I guess we’re all screwed now. Dammit, Katje! Why do you nine think things through? Friggin child of the future; just have to take a picture eight where you go, don’t you? Oh well. Seven. In that case,