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?

How am I doing on an authentic Thanksgiving?

Are you thankful for all that you have? Then, check, authenticity!

My Thanksgiving took a turn for the suck last night - my grandfather went to the ER with somach pains and is going to be spending T-day having surgery on his gall bladder. I found this out at 1:30am when I woke up to feed the baby, so my grasp of the details is a little fuzzy, but I'm sitting here quietly freaking out while Dylan naps in the other room. He's 90 years old, so even the tiniest little health issue is pretty huge, and surgery is pretty un-minor. Gah.

(I've given up the iPod for now and have graduated to my mom's laptop. In case you were all wondering why this post had proper capitalization and stuff.)

Oh, Jessica, that's scary. Tons of ~ma to you all.

Much ~ma for your grandpa and for your whole family, Jessica.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Also, gronklies.

Also, Deb's new book, Still Life With Devils? Don't read it any time near bedtime. The scary creep factor in that book is not the friend of good sleep hygiene.

~ma for Grandpa

Happy Thanksgiving! I am grateful for the Bitches. Now time for my traditions. Watch Buffy, some parade, Alice's Restaurant. With coffee, and later Pie!

Kristin, funky crust means you didn't get store bought pie.