I'm sorry, Anne. Can you step outside for a minute or five?
I've finished my main meal, and now I'm taking a coffee-and-kahlua break before desert. I've retrieved the tree from the storage shed, and I'm looking forward to having it add some light and color to the living room.
Sorry, Anne. I'm bogarting all the peace and quiet.
So far today I've made pumpkin pancakes, caught up on Serial, and been slept on by both cats in turn. I should probably get started on my sweet potato soup and roasted broccoli.
I am taking frequent bathroom breaks.
Mashed potato on Thanksgiving should not beinstant. So wrong.
We might actually have to do Second Thanksgiving at my house this weekend.
Boston Market had a line, but it was a fast-moving one with a genuinely smiling staff, all of whom had foreign accents.
("Thank you, Jesus." "De nada.")
Happy Turkey day to all!
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Oh, flea, no. That's so wrong.
Nice, Consuela!
Ok, I've eaten all the food. I'm not seeing that tree going up tonight. Friday's good enough, though.
My entirely non-traditional meal is the yum. I even chose a wine that goes with it (and I know nothing of wine). I declare a win.
Way to go, aurelia!
We still have an hour before pie is sufficiently chilled per the recipe. It's probably perfectly fine to eat now, but I'm still pretty full anyway.