t thwaps Trudy

banana!

I shall not mock your pie crust. However, I will be happy to eat the pie!

Soon I will be out of rehearsal and preparing ingredients for green bean casserole. Hopefully I won't screw it up. I mean... It will be delicious!

YOU SO WOULDN'T INVOKE THE SAFE WORD THAT FAST!

Ahem.

ION, here is a picture that epitomizes what my cats will be doing all day tomorrow: [link]

Coffee:

My fatal error was that I didn't realize that my pie plate was trying to help me. How, you may ask, would a pie plate help you? Well, it's a bit oversized so that you can press the edge of the crust directly into the edge of the plate, which is conveniently shaped to create those lovely edge divets. I was not used to such pie plate sophistication and did not notice these helpful features. Instead, I got very frustrated about how thin I was having to roll the crust out in order to get over the edges of the pie plate.

The crust looks like it desperately tried to escape the oven, flopped this way and that and torn apart in places. Sigh.

I'm much more worried about yummy pie than I am about the look of the pie crust.

Mmmmmm, pie.

Gris, all that comes to mind for a BRG is invitation to the movies.

Then again, people are always saying, if you are alone on Thanksgiving, you should volunteer at a soup kitchen/homeless shelter T-Day meal. So maybe you could find one, and invite the girl along with you?

Or make Dagwood sandwiches for two, and meet on neutral but pleasant ground?

Gris, it all depends on whether you know what the girl will be doing and where she will be. I mean, with the right TIMING, some flowers and a slice of pumpkin pie would be perfection, but with the wrong timing they would just be annoying...or not get to her. So...yeah. (I'd be more coherent, but...I'm drunk)

I had a very interesting evening with the GILF. I need to remember not to drink so much around her. Gah. I ended up saying way more than I should. Not about her. But about others. Gah. Meanwhile, she was making out with the friend she brought along. Sigh. But plotting to get me play in Seattle. Hrm.....I couldn't tell if she was, y'know, offering HERSELF, but generally when someone is making out with other people when I'm RIGHT THERE, I assume they are not so much into me. I like peple who are into me. IJS.

Gah, don't you boys ever WORK at work????

My cat got started on the thanksgiving feast at home, without me, by breaking into the pantry for the second day in a row. Need more child-proof cabinet locks! Stupid, wet cat.

Apple pie is in the oven (we decided on apple rather than pumpkin). Boy is washing. Walking to the market to get a turkey when he's out. Then let the cooking begin!

We've already had one argument. Our shopping list has four kinds of booze on it.

How am I doing on an authentic Thanksgiving?