Thanksgiving, for me, was not served until after 7:00PM EST. I had not eaten the entire day, after being awoken by the dogs barking at the reflections of themselves in my Dad's new high-def TV at the ungodly hour of 10:00AM. Needless to say, I was cranky as all get-out. My brother Kurt showed up early at the airport, and my dad was still here and hadn't put the turkey in the oven yet, about to leave when Kurt called asking where my Dad was. My mom inadvertently turned off the oven when she corrected the timer, which had been set by my father for 89 hours and 07 minutes for the turkey, which made dinner about an hour and a half later than it otherwise would have been.
I prefer Christmas, myself. More presents, better decorations, less football. Same amount of food, and more alcohol, at least for me.
After being so rudely awoken, I decided to cook my part of the feast to get it out of the way. I was responsible for the green bean casserole, a coconut-ginger-pumpkin soup which was better than it sounds, and a sweet potato & apples concoction I got from The Revised Joy of Cooking that was actually really, really good. That book has yet to offer up a poor recipe to me, and I don't even cook that well.
About 1AM, I took Zoe on a walk to try to aid digestion. Specifically, my digestion; there's a reason why people eat Thanksgiving Dinner earlier than normal everyday dinner. She wore her "Dogs Against Bush" t-shirt, since she has really thin fur for a lab, and I feel bad for her in the cold. The moon shone bright, and the ice on the sidewalks was slick.
My Mom is getting a wake-up call from Target tomorrow. I think she's hoping that Ice-T really will call her to wake her up; she thought he was a hoot in those commercials. Which I just think is weird.
May go shopping today; will probably try calling Julie again too, to see where the Hell she's been these last two weeks. I called her last weekend, and she never called back. I want to see The Incredibles!
Song: !!!: "Me and Giuliani Down by the School Yard (A True Story)"
2 comments:
That's great, Michelle! The boy nudies are great, too. They remind me of a super-8 movie I did of one of my friends in college, that was a friend of mine, naked, from jst above his naughty bits to just under his chin, with just a plain gray background. Black and white, very arty. (It was my Warhol movie phase.) Unfortunately, Rick wasn't all that attractive, being really scrawny and hippie-hairy, but it's the thought that counts.
Thanks for sharing!
Fabulous pics! Thanks again! Although now I want a lollipop.
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