I'm so sorry, Cash.
I'm sick. Halfway through Thanksgiving dinner, my stomach started really hurting and I had to go lie down. Then (gross font)
I threw up.
I stayed awake through our traditional playing of Alice's Restaurant and Adam Sandler's Chanukah song (I'm not exactly sure how the latter tradition started, but it's our tradition by now), then went to bed while everyone else was eating dessert. Woke up, hungry. Just ate a banana -- it seemed like the most stomach-friendly of the foods we had available.
Matilda ripped Julia Roberts in half.
Sistah!
I'm in the middle of the VF issue. Enjoyed the article on content and devices and what the future holds. Interesting.
Today was not our best T'giving ever, but it was still a decent day. We got up, watched a couple of Buffys (we watched Hush for H'ween and kept on going - finished S5 today), read, napped, ate dinner (that was not turkey), watched Spirited Away, and now sickie GF is sleeping. I am not yet tired. Tomorrow we have to be up and out of here by 8 as the workmen are coming. I hope GF is feeling a little better since she can't lounge around the house. Poor thing.
Just got back from Plei's inlaws' house. Was very nice, and delish. I have turkey, leftover greenbean casserole, and leftover pie. Mmm, leftovers. Though I may have to go buy a potato and some gravy tomorrow...just to be completist.
And I'm contemplating going to the midnight sales at the outlet mall. How crazy is that? If I don't do it at midnight, I will likely not get there before noon tomorrow. And then it'll be crazy. Hrm....If I actually thought I'd wake up, I'd nap from now til about 2AM, and go around 3....
And in a separate post, condolences to your husband, Cashmere.
So sorry to hear about your DH's grandmother, Cash.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Cashmere. Ma to you, your DH, and all of his family.
Music still play. Head pounding. Pronouns are lost. Send alibi.
I am sorry for the loss, Cash. I hope it was peaceful.
We had a nice, but tiring day and I am thinking bed.
Well, now we know the answer to the question "Can there be too much pie?"
Emmett just
threw up
all over his bed.
Emmet is my brother in pain. I ate WAY too much yesterday, was up all night with a sore tummy, and then eventually
puked
at four this morning.
And now I'm in work.