the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

- Cheese Log of the Gods. My aunt makes these wonderful garlicky spicy cheese logs for Christmas Eve every year. I did not see the cheese log at her gathering yesterday... until we were about to leave, and there it was with crackers on the coffee table in the living room. "WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED THERE WAS CHEESE LOG?" I demanded, which brought forth much laughter and my dad replying that he was hoarding it. So there I was, doing last-minute cramming of cheeselog and crackers into my face, and Aunt went "Hey, I have three more in the fridge. Do you want one to take home?" To which I replied "OH HELL YES."

- Cushy slippers

- Toe socks

- Two v. pretty headbands

- Lovely candle

- Chocolate orange that was nearly stolen by Stepuncle's min-pin. She stuck her little head in my purse, seized the orange, and absconded with it. She would have gotten away with it had Stepdad not poked his head in the door and said "Hey, what's this orange thing Maddy's running around with?" I looked out the door, saw the min-pin running victory laps around the yard with this big shiny orange thing in her mouth, went "OH SHITS THAT'S CHOCOLATE GET IT AWAY FROM HER," and Stepuncle and I went out to reclaim it. She didn't actually try to open it, much less eat it, until she realized we wanted to take it away from her. And then all she did was peel a little foil off. I took my mostly unharmed orange away from the thankfully equally unharmed but very disappointed min-pin. I then removed purse and orange from the floor and placed them on the table and out of min-pin thieving range.

- Miscellaneous guitar doodads, like strings and picks and a strap and suchlike

- Many wallet-size portraits of dead presidents, some of which I intend to exchange for Fatal Frame 3 and possibly We ♥ Katamari tomorrow. ...aack my bike is still at work. Oh well. Stepmom is probably itching for an excuse to go to Fry's.