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!

Have I mentioned lately how much I adore that child?

Emmett took a bunch of pictures of her for his portrait assignment in photography class so you can see how she tied together her bindi/Minnie Mouse ears headband/sparkly hello kitty shoes look.

Oh yeah, and there was a cape.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Suela, it sounds like your day has started off right. Vibing hard that it's the start of good things. And Sue, sending thoughts for the start of good things for you, esp work-wise.

I cooked green bean casserole and stuffing today, and organized the fridge so that there will be room for the leftovers without squishing stuff. Next steps for me are finishing setting the table and making mashed potatoes.

Happy Thanksgiving, or Thursday, to everyone, wherever you are and however you celebrate, or don't.

There's the rattle of foil for the roasting pan and the muted babble of football. Things here are well underway.

So I am onerousing today. I've bought my ticket home for Christmas with the false bargain created by taking two more days off to drop the ticket price by a few hundred dollars.

Called the credit card company again to see why my fraudulent charges form hadn't showed up in the mail and I can't find it online, and now I'm faced with something that shouldn't be a challenge--there's a gas station charge that I can't work out if it's mine or not. My current idea to check is to see if that cryptic line shows up on any of my previous statements, but shouldn't there be a way for me to cross reference EXXONMOBIL 97640932 to an actual address, no?

At least I have mint.com which makes searching the past easier, but still. These codes show up on millions of statements. It's in some database somewhere.

Oh, and we listened to "Alice's Restaurant" on vinyl, no less.

Photographic evidence of the pies: [link]

Trace Adkins just made me cry with a song about fishing with his daughter. It's going to be a long day.

Aww. I like the idea of that song, even if I don't really like the song so much.

I am making chex mix (it has 15 minutes left) and then will put the pie in. We are watching West Wing (after the roommate and i tried for many minutes to figure out if we had something to connect our computers to the TV, and determined we didn't, and were going to try purchasing on Amazon through the TiVO, when I remembered that she OWNS all the seasons of the West Wing. Good grief)

Gnargh. Why am I going through my finances today of all days? I found more fraudulent charges to my credit card, a $100 phone call made calling support for work during the wee hours of the morning because the vendors 1-800 number wasn't working and I called the UK instead.

Which meant I logged into work email, and then there was stuff that needed to be answered, and the other stuff I should get a start on so it can be done before the west coast work day starts tomorrow, and ... I'm fucking putting this down on my timesheet, if they need all the details.

Ugh, and I forgot to account for an ER visit before going home....damn, this is all fucked up.