This holiday was strange.

I sat out of the family gift exchange. I like gifts and if it really means something to them or me then fine. The last several years I have been given a gift card from whoever got my name because most of them don’t know anything about me.

I show up to these events and functions out of respect for my mother who is a tireless lover of holidays, get-togethers, and festivities in general. I help with dishes. I wander from room to room taking pictures of everyone.

I politely listen to conversations involving babies and laundry. I field comments like “Did you try the ham?” I smile, ooh, and ahh in all the right places.

I must have belonged or fit in with these people at some point but I sure can’t remember it.

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I know me best, so I got me the best presents. Hugo knows me best second.

From Me to Me:

Adobe Photoshop CS3 for Photographers
Canon 50mm f/1.4 lens
2008 Datebook
The Subtle Knife - Philip Pullman

From Hugo to Me:
Pyrat Rum

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