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Well.
He forgave me.
More than forgave me.
Thanked me for being honest and told me he loves me.
And then there was amazing make up sex, which is *always* a good thing.

I'm sitting at work right now, like I have been since 8:30 this morning, and I'd like to go home. But noooo, I'm still stuck here for another fucking hour and a half. Then I'm going home to shower and heading over to Dryad's to hang out and maybe have some hair color fun. I've been knitting all day. I don't know if I'm going to be able to get all of these Christmas presents done in time for Christmas. Which is lame. I should have started them way earlier but, of course, I didn't think that far in advance. I should probably work on knitting tomorrow too, even though I don't have to work, but I'm also moving in the next couple weeks, so I should probably do some packing tomorrow, right? I don't know. Whatever.

This is me and my niece:

(isn't it cute how we have the same hair?)

And this is her Christmas present (aka, the only thing that's done):

It's a blanket, in case you can't really tell.