You may think that yesterday was all about the pie. But I am not that shallow. Pie is important, but pie ain't everything. Yesterday was also about the stuffing. And the wine. And the card playing. Oh, and the Kahlua. Mmmmmm. Huh? What? Oh, sorry. What was I talking about? Oh, right. Yesterday! Yesterday was about being thankful. And I was. I am, actually. I do believe that I am blessed in many ways. And my tolerance of those blessings is vastly increased by the consumption of alcohol. So. A sampling of some of what I experienced yesterday: Friend's Husband: Yeah, so I read this study that...
Well, in truth it wasn't all that wild. Except for the part where I waited as long as possible to go pee because I feared that once I undid my pants, I would never get them fastened again. And since there was quite a bit of wine and then coffee, that got a bit dicey for a minute. (Rest easy; my bladder did not explode, and I didn't need to rejoin everyone pantsless--although I did have to stop breathing for several minutes--so it all worked out okay.) I packed up my pie and my cheesecake this morning and headed over to share the day with friends. It was a day of good food, much merriment,...
Note to self: next time, bake the cookies before taking a shower. *picking little bits of dough out from under my fingernails* Noon rolled around and found me walking into Monkey's classroom, goodies in hand. The Thanksgiving spread was quite impressive. The kids had all made little turkey centerpieces that festooned the various tabletops, there was a big basket of papier mache fruits they'd made ("Taste my pear! No, don't! I painted it!"), and the "buffet" table was covered in homemade tablecloth (butcher paper the entire class had colored for the occasion). It was noisy and crowded and...
T-minus three hours until the Thanksgiving Feast at preschool. Bring it on. I've had half a gallon of water so far this morning. Dehydrated, much? Hey, at least it's staying in my stomach.... There's a pan of brownies cooling on the counter. (What, you don't have traditional Betty Crocker Thanksgiving brownies at your house...?) A double batch of dough for Kira's amazing molasses cookies is chilling in the fridge, just waiting to be formed and baked. Why I signed up to bring two desserts, I have no idea. Oh, wait. Yes I do. It's the old "I'd like there to be some choices that won't kill my...
You ever have one of those Monday mornings where it feels like the universe is trying to send you a message, and the message is not very nice? Like maybe... ... your nearly-five-year-old who should be nighttime trained by now but isn't because he will be going to college in pull-ups has soaked through everything, because you were out of name-brand pull-ups and used the inferior no-name brand, and it was probably all Murphy's Law-ish-ly because you just put clean sheets on his bed last night? ... that same child wakes up with a snot-covered face and you are out of daytime children's cold...
... and you'll have to check back later to see if the lawn wins. Leaves and pine needles are trembling with anticipation and fear! Oh... wait... that's laughter. Dammit.
As Alektra noted, I can now bid Safari users a hearty welcome. Welcome, Safari users! I do adore Mac users, as they are warm and fuzzy and crunchy and granola-y all at the same time, and I did not mean to exclude you from using my pretty, pretty new site. With a little help... okay, a LOT of help from a kind samaritan, I managed to fix the problems that were weirding out Safari. So! Now! I present Woulda Coulda Shoulda, now with more Macalicious goodness! There are some other little code quirks I'm still working out here and there, so always feel free to let me know when something looks...
I think I forgot to mention that yesterday my new glasses finally arrived. I dragged the children out in 50 mile-per-hour gale force winds to pick them up, because I'm just that good of a mother. Anyway, remember how these new glasses are going to make me look younger and thinner and sexier and blahdi blah blah? I'm not convinced. However, it's amazing how--when one has adapted to seeing poorly--finally being able to see clearly is such a shock. I mean, I knew my old glasses were scratched and spotted, but what a difference to put on lenses I could actually see through! So that part was...
In my state there is no sort of identification check at the polls. You walk in, give your name, and get a ballot. Three different people mark your name off a list, which is a wonderful system of checks and balances and a good use of time considering that I could walk in there and pretend to be my neighbor, a friend, or just about anyone with a common last name. Polling fraud? No way! Not here! Thanks for your vote, Ms. Smith! The political signs in everyone's yards and along the sides of the road baffle me under the best of circumstances. I mean, okay; this is America! Land of the free and...
