Okay, this is stupid. Instead of madly knitting for the three mothers-in-law (er — one of them is not mine) or the friend who is suddenly joining us for Christmas and therefore needs a present, I'm going to knit for the woman who actually gave birth to me. I think, considering all of the stories she loves to tell about how horrible the experience was, that it's only fair.
I'm still pissed that knitting for myself didn't make the cut. I have a pile of socks and mittens and a sweater that I could have, but don't. Who decides this crap?
Oh. Right.
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