All ye rejoice and be exceedingly glad… for there is much to be thankful for this holiday weekend!
The laundry may struggle valiantly, but in truth I am caught up. For once.
Yesterday’s molasses cookies are today’s pumpkin cheesecake crust.
Therefore, verily, I shall be revered tomorrow at the great feast. Such reverence shall resonate throughout the land and strike the calories from the dessert.
Yea, though the small ones descended upon the Dunkin Donuts Munchkins like locusts, this morning’s playdate was perfection and joy.
Rather than lamenting the absence of children on the holiday, thusly shall I celebrate the freedom to imbibe with relish as the sins of the small people shall not be upon my soul.
Behold how the misguided plot and plan to venture forth into the chaotic land known as Black Friday; but the wise shall be at home wrapping presents previously gathered.
Remember this and keep it dear to your hearts: the gorging of the stomach and celebration of the tastebuds shall be followed by the sporting of muscular men in tight pants, and it shall be very good.
Congratulations! Sounds like gold stars all round.
Thus she sayest and we heed!!
Amen, sister. Amen.
Thour art fiendishly clever. But I refuse to call the Cowboys game “sporting.” Unless duck hunting is sporting, when you are a duck.
Congratulations on having tamed that evil beast who lurketh in the dungeons of suburban homes — the laundry monster. That would make me thankful indeed.
You’re a loon! *grin* I know, I know, it takes one to spot one . . . sigh. Happy Thanksgiving, Miriam.
I absolutely LOVE your journal. I have read a lot of your posts out loud to my husband, we have such laughs!
May you truly enjoy your holiday and not regret it too much on Friday.
Happy Thanksgiving Mir…
Laundry? Your laundry is caught up?
I think I’m going to weep in envy…