Thank god! Dana.
Jess, how scary. I'm so glad you guys are okay.
Sigh. I was in a good mood most of the day. But breaking in new coworkers is hard.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Thank god! Dana.
Jess, how scary. I'm so glad you guys are okay.
Sigh. I was in a good mood most of the day. But breaking in new coworkers is hard.
Escapesgiving here went well -- I was happy of the company (especially the dogs, who were loves) and my friend seemed happy. Good lord, I really didn't realize how commercial the Macy's T-Day parade was, each and every float a commercial. Plus, when did country singers start using auto-tune?
Instead of cutting up turkey, used a trick from Doug Henwood - basted the turkey with melted butter every half hour. Juicy, tender, flaverful and golden brown. Stuffing was cooked on top of stove. My cranberry sauce was whole cranberries cooked with one apple and 3 tangerines in lemon juice - spices sugar, cloves, cimmano a little salt - plus sugar (well splenda in my case). Really good cranberry sauce. All of the preceding have been eaten. Brussel sprouts are being consumed as we speak. Pumpkin pie to follow.
Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!
We are just now on our way to dinner at a friends. It feels so late.
Our dinner is going to be super late, but it's because I got caught up in Death of Comet drama, which, since no one was joining us, seemed like a reasonable geek choice at the time.
I took the folks out to Dixie Cafe for Thanksgiving lunch (How do people eat dessert with the DC prix fixe meal? It was HUGE!), and will head over to their place for baked ham and pumpkin pie if I ever get hungry again today.
My cats and their likely mother and the big Tom out back all got leftover turkey to enjoy for the holiday. It still cracks me up to hear Jackson growling to warn me away from food that I just gave him.
On the bus home. My nephew seems OK for now. The poor guy is getting slammed by puberty pretty hard, though. It sounds like my Mom's conversation with me was her way of expressing her anger that nobody told HER until after the fact.
I'm bringing home about 2,300 old slides, and I'm going to see about getting them scanned.
Speaking of judgable behaviour, who was with me when I bought red fake snakeskin pants? Someone here was. Right now, the spotlight has shifted to bon bon and Theresa (am I getting that name right?). The intent was Faithy. I know that much. And my hair was burgundy.
In the immortal words of Shaggy, this doesn't sound familiar so I'm guessing Theresa or shrift.
Jess, I am so glad you are all OK! Yikes.
I just got home and started watching this week's The Voice, and was glad to see in a commercial that The Sing-Off is coming back! Hooray!
Our Thanksgiving was nice, and now I am so full it is ridiculous. I felt restrained that I only tried four desserts.