I go by my initials.

I like ampersands and semicolons and libraries and notebooks and trains and bathtubs and photographs and Post-it notes and chin-ups and piggy backs and Saltines and skim milk and harmonicas and corduroys and steak and soup spoons and rain boots and headbands and sunglasses and tutus and, especially, knee socks.

Nov21

I’m more than a little bummed to not be going home for Thanksgiving (because of the whole no-kitchen-thanks-Hurricane-Irene thing).  Except that as soon as I admit to anyone that I’m bummed about it I feel like a total drama queen because: a) it’s not like I’m not getting a big ol’ family turkey day.  We’re just doing it at my aunt and uncle’s in CT  b) I’m going to Cranford on like… Friday.  

Really, the two big things that I am missing out on are the wonderful ridiculousness that is Thanksgiving Eve at the local bar with my lady loves, and seeing my babies (who are not making the trip) all decked out in their holiday finery.  Which are big things, but… still.  I’m just trying to say, for the record, that if I make any grouchery remarks about Thanksgiving, you should just ignore me.  Because, you know what?  This Thursday, I get to be in the same room with my parents and all of my siblings for the first time for months and months and months, and I get to eat loads of pumpkin pie, and I have no more biological grandparents left to go and die the day before and ruin everything. 

Huzzah!  

2 notes #thanksgiving #the tone of this is not quite what I intended #seriously though remember that time Amma died and it was the WORST EVER?

  1. statequalifier said: Wow, thanks for rubbing it in, Sab ;-)
  2. sabby posted this