I had to finish my Christmas shopping, and then drop off some gifts for My Girl and My Other Girl. Had a nice glass of wine with them and their parents—plus a plate of pasta that was truly excellent.
“Man, this is really good,” I say.
“Are you being ironic?” Twinmom asks.
“Oh, no—sorry. This isn’t coming from the ironic side. Just the overzealous side. I’ll bet it’s hard to tell them apart.”
The girls opened a few of their presents right then and there; TallGirl liked her Angels coffee mug, and MyGirl liked her pink umbrella, so all is good. (The rest of the family is now making book about how long it takes MyGirl to break the umbrella, but of course I bought a cheap one for exactly that reason. Ha!)
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