Hung out with my smart, good-looking, dapper and generous pal Price (who would like everyone on Tumblr to know that he feels he informed Betsy of the zipper trick first). He gave me this vintage needlepoint with the directions to alter it like I did all those paint-by-number pieces long ago.
Also: The clan has all arrived! This house is nuts! Sharing a bathroom with four people is hard! Hiding unwrapped presents from them is harder!
Also, Also: I visited my optometrist again, today, to pick up contacts. Said I wasn’t headed to San Francisco just yet. He replied, “I’m glad, that town would’ve ruined you. You would’ve come back a diehard liberal.” I couldn’t even emit a non-committal, “Uh-huh.” He continued, “But maybe it’s too late.” To which I replied, “You could say that. My entire family has leaned toward the left for generations.” His response: “I’ll have to talk to your dad about that.” Ho-ho.
Also, Also, Also: How about that very Spielberg ending in True Grit? I mean, c’mon!
