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Just as a bagatelle, I was going to tell you all about the boring Xmas presents we exchanged, but it is a less exciting story now that they have been opened. You wouldn't have told anyone what they were anyway, right? ( Read more... )As for me, Number One Son had thoughtfully made a note of the jasmine scented lotion I hinted broadly that I liked, never blinked at the fantastic expense, got a ride and a charge card from Mr S, and got it gift-wrapped right there at the store. Mr S says the vellux is from the females and the velour, like my new sweatsuit, from the male. Maybe he's been skinned, but at least he didn't have to do any shopping. Thus, the accretion of happy thought and memory form our traditional folkways.