... not much different.
Dashing main men have their pants pulled up to their ears. Women have blond or red hair but roofing tar black eyebrows. Their homes look just about like every grandparent or great grandparent's that I've ever been in, curtains and all.
Does this mean that grandpappies of the future will have their pants down to their knees in order to show off their bomb-diggity undertrousers? Great grandmammies in the mid 2000's will have wonderbras and a million streaks in their hair?
I also confused the hell out of the cat by wrapping presents. She sat across the livingroom on the arm of the couch, craning and moving her neck all around as she watched wide-eyed, but would jump if I even made a slight movement towards her.
I'm currently waiting for Jess and Dan to arrive with Starbucks so that we can go to Mom's for our yearly brief Christmas Day Foray, and then I can come home and hopefully be in bed and totally asleep by 8 pm, as my alarm goes off for work at 11 pm.