I’m sitting here at my computer in my favorite paint-stained, torn moose sweatshirt and slippers. I’ve just made a cup of tea, and I should be sleeping. At least that’s how I feel. I awoke at 4:30 this morning, a hideous time for womankind to rise, and let’s just say that today has been less than fabulous.
Just a little less.
I probably need an attitude adjustment. That’s the truth; however, I decided to run with the grumpiness for a few minutes. Sorry you’re on the receiving end.
Because I’m in such a jolly mood, I thought we should have the Holiday talk. According to the marketers of all things festive, it’s time for the holidays.
I’d really like to skip right to Christmas, but that would upset a few of you, so lets talk about Thanksgiving.
I’m just not very into Thanksgiving. Is that terrible of me? I’m really, truly thankful for SO much, but as a holiday with cranberry sauce and stuffing, I’d rather skip it.
I have a hard time loving holidays that merely create ten thousand dishes that must be done by hand, because paper plates are frowned upon. The idea of missing the parade in order to make forty-two pounds of mashed potatoes stinks like bad fish.
On the other hand, my family shunned me last Thanksgiving and we went out to dinner, and I hated that more than doing ten thousand dishes. (Story HERE. Another HERE.) I guess what I’m saying is that I like to have lots of family and friends around me on Thanksgiving, but I don’t want to cook.
Yup. That about sums it up.
I really want to chat about flocked trees and tinsel, but I’ll wait.
At least until tomorrow.
Now please tell me what you like about Thanksgiving. Maybe you’ll put the gobbling spirit back in me.
Oh, and I think I’m getting out of cooking this year, but I have been dreaming of fresh green beans with bacon and sliced almonds…hint, hint, *wink*, *wink*…mom, are reading?