Christmas day, part 1

Hi, here's a tip- on Christmas day, do not allow your mother to tell her twelve year old son he's allowed to come in at 7.30am.I was woken at 6a.m when he got up, got dressed, walked the freakin' dog and came back to, oh joy oh rapture, wake me up. Secondly, when entering the oh-so-not-morning-parent's bedroom, be sure to bring gifts to show you come in peace, like coffee, (or tea). Finally, never ever give said 12 year old brother an electronic harmonica that sounds like an explosion in a speaker factory, especially at the time when there's actually some half decent john mayer, and dixie chicks music in the background, all ready to be throttled!!Ah well, it's the way of the world I guess, although quite frankly, I reckon he'd be happy with a cardboard box. I mean, at least that would be quieter. So far I've got two pretty necklaces, some lipgloss, sweets, and very cute bookmarks by 'The Dog' people- they are awesome. I've also got a little voodoo doll keyring thingy and I'm wondering if I dress it up like K, I can make him be quiet for five seconds. I'm a bit annoyed I'm missing a few of the BBC Christmas specials- luckily I've got some friends to record them, not sure when I'll watch them though...anyway, cat's complaining so I better go before he starts walking on the key board. Merry (peaceful, I wish) Christmas!