This morning, I woke up feeling dessicated (my room is like an arid desert, and I have no idea why), and went downstairs to make some breakfast. I started singing Britney Spears' Christmas song (As Tessa knows, I seem to have some sort of pre-ordained love for pop star Christmas songs).
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
To which my lovely mother says "Yeah, you've been SORT OF good."
Thanks mom.
Halfway through my breakfast, and apparently after some thought on her part, she let a little bit of Christmas cheer in with "Okay, you've been pretty good this year."
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that's really cute.
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