Glad the pie was recoverable, Vortex.

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

Huh. I guess I should start the pie.

Once again, I say Pie, yummmm. Who cares how it looks.

Vortex, Laura is wise:

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

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone who's celebrating! I'm running in to agree with others that Bitches is people and a "place" I'm grateful for.

Jess, so many good wishes for your grandfather.

Happy belated Sparky birthday! And anyone else's I've missed, a year of good things to you!

Things I'm grateful for this year: My mom's well taken care of, comfortable, and content. DH's surgery, while horrific in the first 24 hours of recovery, seems as though it will have improved his quality of life significantly. I sidestepped my own health scare this year. And after weeks of worry and near-frantic caretaking, I have my house to myself, with no one here but the cat. I plan to watch dvds, read fic, take a long solitary bath by candlelight with my choice of music (uncriticised by the *men* I live with) playing softly in the background, and when I'm ready I'll grill my chicken breast with rosemary, garlic and ginger, and have it with steamed broc served with coarse sea salt, and steamed rice, followed by sweet potato sauteed in butter with dill and ginger for dessert. And I'll raise my glass and wish us all well and happy.

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

that sounds dirty :)

I'm sure it will taste fine, I'm just annoyed that my fancy pie won't be so fancy

Beverly, the house to oneself thing sounds delightful and much needed.

As for me, I am thankful that my stepfather survived his ruptured appendix/drug-resistant staph infection. VERY thankful. I am thankful to be back in my hometown. I am thankful to have a job where I am valued and I have a chance to grow.

I am also thankful for this board and the friendships I have gained because of it.

Thanksgiving today is being spent at home, coddling myself through a nasty cold. I will be getting my Thanksgiving feast, however, thanks to the fact that Mom lives nearby AND is a fantastic cook.

Gobble gobble, my Buffistas! Try not to OD on turkey. (Save room for pie.)

As always, I'm incredibly thankful for all of you.

I'm also thankful that all I have to bring to dinner is wine and that I don't have to cook anything.

Hobble, hobble, Tep. Is your mom making tofurkey?

that sounds dirty :)

I certainly hope so.

raggedy pie

Band name! But what genre? Folk?

I'm about to take a nap! woot.

And then attend a dinner where, for the first time in yonks, I don't have to cook anything. I'm the decorating committee...which will consist of picking up pretty leaves on my walk there and then artfully arranging them around pillar candles.

Sweet lack of responsibility. Then, when I get home, I'm having Beverly's bath. Or at least my version of it. (Bless you and yours this year Beverly)

Hobble, hobble, Tep.

I prefer to think of it as a jaunty gait.

Is your mom making tofurkey?

She is, but since we're going to a carnivorous cousin's house, she's bringing her own tofurkey and I get to eat real gobbler. And all the carbs in the world. And pie. Pie pie pie pie pie.

And I have to get in the shower right about now.