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The Buff escapes the firing line
So then at 5pm I realize that Buffy, who is grounded, and got out of school at noon, is still not home. And I'm trying very hard to remain calm and not be angry with her, because it's Christmas Eve, but it was very very very hard to find a reason to not be angry with her.
So I called her father.
And Buffy answered.
"BUFFY!! What are you doing at dad's house??"
"It's Friday... I'm supposed to be here..."
"But... But... YOU NEVER GO, like EVER, so today you pick Christmas Eve to do what you're told?"
Buffy: "... are you mad at me? Mom, you told me I had to come here on Fridays..."
No, no I wasn't mad at her, I was absolutely relieved that I didn't have to be mad at her. So relieved that Christmas Eve was not going to be ruined by my lovely daughter who can't help it that she is 15 and "not fully cooked yet", as Judge Judy says, and as Charleen says: Buffy has half her father's genes, so we have to expect that she's going to do some not-very-bright things sometimes.
Anyway, Spike is picking her up right now. Then he's going to make home-made pizza, because that's one tradition we're managing to keep from my mom. And I have a table spread out with crackers and cheese, cookies, fudge, almond rocha, and sparkling cider. And mudslide for me. Lots. With ice.
And then we open presents. HURRAY!!!
Posted by Pischina at December 21, 2007 5:07 PM
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