I'm working the day after, too, but I'm hoping we go out to eat, because I don't want the drama of cooking or going to someone's house and all that.
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It seems so much about image, so little about what makes a person happy. But that's not what they're selling, is it? But I did fly to Prague for a haircut...
OK, I was *in* Prague and needed a haircut. Badly.
Rutabaga, mashed potatoes but no gravy, stuffing that never saw the guy of a bird... Those are my personal tastes of Thanksgiving. The rest can vary wildly and I won't mind.
You'd be all set at my house as long as we made some of the outside stuffing sans celery.
I do not have matching luggage. I have one vintage suitcase that I adore. (Also, one of Lee's carry-on suitcases.)
Also, I want the Ralph Lauren tuxedo. He knows how to cut for my shape.
If you want matching luggage, great! Hell, if you want an Yves St. Laurent tux, great! But being told I must have those things in the next ten years makes me...contrary.
I'm going to refrain from going off on the Marie Claire article, because it'll be good for my blood pressure, and a thing you don't want by 40 is a heart attack.
It's things like this that remind me that the media sometimes has no idea what "average American life" is like.
Being told I'm *supposed* to schedule an appointment with Dalai Lama makes me roll my eyes forever.
Well, I have the mammogram, so at least I'm on the list.
It's the attitude behind it that kills me, Cindy. You must have matching luggage, otherwise you're two steps away from being white trash!
I agree, Dana. And to see, "Whether it's overnighting in a ger in Mongolia or experiencing Vietnam before Mcdonald's takes over, enjoy a soul-expanding, life-changing Third World vacation," on the same list is kind of nauseating, because hello, with what I spent on the tux, "serious ride," size-queen TV, piece of art and the freaking luggage, I could probably build an AIDS unit, in a third world country.
Paraffin treatments lead to alliteration! Spread the word!Possibly, perhaps probably, or even particularly.
Plethora of pies (and etc.) leads to waste!Pshaw.
Being told I'm *supposed* to schedule an appointment with Dalai Lama makes me roll my eyes forever.
And he'd see me...why, exactly?