Oh, Jess, your poor grandfather! That's no way at all to spend the wee morning hours of a holiday weekend. No-surgery-till-he-gets-back-home vibes to him, in abundance.

Your mom must be feeling like a zombie right now. A worried, stressed-out zombie. Possibly she should spend her Thanksgiving with her feet up and lots of cosseting.

Zmayhem report: We're going over to Emmett's mom's place, but there's still prep to happen. For now, dishes are all done, baby bottles washed (Matilda scorns the sippy cup, so we're stuck until she learns to manage a proper cuppy cup), champagne is chilling in the fridge, and I'm about to start the coffee and get dressed so I can be at the neighborhood grocery store right when it opens at 8 to pick up ice cream and a baguette and a bottle of fancy wine.

Last Thanksgiving, Matilda cried and slept and nursed and slept some more. This Thanksgiving, she'll be running all over, conversating up a storm and occasionally eating the same food we do. The tiny humans, they are improbable and lovely.

{{{Jess}}}

Much ~ma to your grandfather.

{{{Jessica}}} Health~ma to your grandfather.

I don't think I'll be eating much yummy Thanksgiving food today. My tummy's been upset for days, and it's not better today.

Just dropping in to say Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it and happy Thursday to those who don't. We are headed over to friends' house in a bit.

Today I celebrate the fact that I am very thankful for all of you and this place we share. Your wisdom and humor and support are constant and invaluable.

I will, however, be doing this celebrating while madly cleaning the house for my Niece's arrival tomorrow, then showering and off the the SiL for family and eating.

Today I celebrate the fact that I am very thankful for all of you and this place we share. Your wisdom and humor and support are constant and invaulable.

Huh. I just wandered in to say exactly what Robin said...only she said it much better than I might have.

On this day of thanks, I'm appreciating you all.

SON OF A BITCH, I DROPPED THE MOTHERFUCKING PIE.

Im using a disposable pie plate because I couldn't find my pie plates. As I was moving it onto the cookie sheet before baking (which I should have done in the first goddamned place, but I didn't want to waste parchment paper), the disposable pie plate folded and the fucker dropped. FUCK. Luckily it landed on the counter (and me) instead of the floor. I had to reassemble the pie. My perfectly cut out circles are now lopsided with raggedy edges. Thank god I had extra circles for repair. FUCK.

I'd eat your lopsided, raggedy pie, Vortex.

Glad the pie was recoverable, Vortex.

I just realized I might not have pie today. Huh.

Huh. I guess I should start the pie.