I'm pretty excited that Goldfish crackers are finally in the parade, though.
Wow, you're neck and neck with Matilda for investment in the holiday. She woke up and exclaimed, "I'm SO happy! It's Thanksgiving!"
She's not excited about Turkey or pie or parades. She's excited that she gets to help set the table.
Also she got dressed up and is wearing a bindi and a Minnie Mouse polka dot bow headband.
She's a little troubled, and completely flabbergasted, that her father has not already completely decided on his Thanksgiving ensemble. How is that even possible? She's had hers all lined up and laid out for
days;
you can't just leave these things to the last minute.
I don't think the 5 am is jetlag. This just happens to me sometimes.
Man, Giant was nuts.
I managed to turn on the radio just as
Alice's Restaurant
came on. We're up to "inspecting and injecting every part of me" now.
Happy Thanksgiving/Thursday, as applicable!
The dog is 100% indifferent to the fact that we have the dog show on TV. The cats, however, seem offended. Of course, they generally seem offended, so it's hard to tell if it's from the dog show.
I have to say, this can come in useful in a number of internet debates.
I've been looking for tickets home so far this morning, and the length of the flights (as much as 36 hours) and the prices are ratcheting up my anxiety and therefore my headache and it's way too early for me to try and burrow down to somewhere unreachable.
CVS is open here and packed. Picking up codeine.
She's a little troubled, and completely flabbergasted, that her father has not already completely decided on his Thanksgiving ensemble. How is that even possible? She's had hers all lined up and laid out for days; you can't just leave these things to the last minute.
Have I mentioned lately how much I adore that child?
I need to finish my tea, then make the sausage stuffing we're taking to TG dinner.
I fed my parents their last dinner at the old place last night, and took away their bags for the next two days (they will be camping at my sister's house while we pack up the old place and the movers come). There has been a flurry of stress because the benzos Mom is on run out on Sunday, and the Express Scripts delivery may not arrive until Monday. So on Saturday I get to call the psych and beg for two days of drugs, just in case.
My dad saved a lot of money over the years by being a skinflint (witness the mail-order pharmacy), but that requires a lot more cognitive ability than he's really able to bring to bear now. I'm so happy the staff at the residence will order and track her meds from now on, even if it does cost a lot more. He can afford it.
Anyway, last night I chilled out with Primeval: New World and roasted some beets for today. We did a long run in the hills this morning, and made tea and stuffed the bird. Now I'm lounging about in sweats and just relaxing before going back up the hill to help with prep.
Happy Thanksgiving, Buffistas! May your travels be easy and your dinners unstressful!