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Happy Thanksgiving, Americans!
(And Happy Thursday to the rest of you!)
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I ended up not going to Target yesterday, because by the time my hair was doing getting did, it was almost 11:00, and I try to stay away from most stores after 10:00 during the week, and especially on the day before holidays (though one year I did have to go into Target on the DAY before Christmas, and that was a joyous occasion). I had to stop at the grocery store for a few things, though, and it was jam-packed, but I had a hand-held basket rather than a cart, so I was able to zip in, get what I wanted, and zip back out.
So, no gravy boat for us. The idea of using a pyrex measuring cup is intriguing, but I don’t think ours is big enough. We have a smallish yellow bowl that will work just fine, so we’ll use that.
When I got home from the hair appointment and the grocery store, I got the Christmas plates out of the garage and ran them through the dishwasher. I hadn’t realized I’d gotten quite so many plates, but in retrospect I remember adding up all the people who might possibly attend a holiday dinner at our house, and bought accordingly.
(By the way, the hair chick looked at me like I was crazy when I said I was using Christmas plates for Thanksgiving dinner. Hmph. She also looked at me like I was crazy when I said I didn’t want to use paper plates. If we were having a buttload of people for dinner it’d be one thing – and I might be amenable to using them if we had a ton of people – but for six people, it’s not like we’ll be overwhelmed with dishes.)
After I watched a little TV, I threw together a
baked squash casserole for today (so all I needed to do this morning is put the bread crumbs on top and put it in the oven), then puttered around the house, picking stuff up. This past weekend it was my intention to spend a few hours cleaning the house (dusting and vacuuming) yesterday, but in the end I decided I’d have plenty of time to do that this morning, and so I put it off.
And then last night I was informed that people would start showing up between 9 and 9:30 (for a meal that will take place at noon), so I spent two hours cleaning the house whilst shooting hate rays at Fred. On the up side, I didn’t have to get up early to start cleaning. On the down side, I still got woken up at 4:40ish because there was a puddle of water in the laundry room and no idea as to how it got there. We’re absolutely clueless – this wasn’t even a puddle of water, it was like a mini-lake, and there were a couple of wet spots on the ceiling, but the water wasn’t anywhere near the wet spots. Fred suggested that water blew in around the back door, but there was no water anywhere near the back door. It’s a fucking mystery, is what it is.
Speaking of the baked squash casserole (like I was up there, somewhere), in the summer when we had tons o’ summer squash coming in, one day I cut up and cooked a bunch of squash and mashed it up and froze it. No one ever recommends that you freeze summer squash because rumor has it that it doesn’t freeze or can well and it’s one of those vegetables you should just enjoy while it’s around and try not to preserve for future use, but I thought that maybe cooking it before freezing it would work. Yesterday, I thawed out the frozen pack of squash, added the butter and bread crumbs and onion and eggs, and tasted it, and it tastes pretty good. I’ll have to keep that in mind for next summer.
Okay, pictures to post, then I’m off to put some makeup on, ’cause people are on the way.
Don’t eat too much, y’all. Or eat a ton and don’t forget your afternoon nap. Whichever you prefer!
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I lurve cardinals. (
flickr)
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Pretty Elle in the sun.
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Bath time in the condo.
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Punki is disturbed.
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“What?”
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Of COURSE if there’s an empty paper bag, Mister Boogers must climb into it. He spent half of yesterday in this bag. Note the little piece of styrofoam stuck to his nose. Goofy cat.
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Previously
2006: Barium scars a motherfucker for life.
2005: But I could manage a paper cut/ in the name of love
2004: “Oh, my heart,” I moaned.
2003: This perpetually surprised look of Michael Jackson’s makes me laugh until I wheeze.
2002: “YES, JESUS CHRIST! I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE SUCH A FRIGGIN’ BIG DEAL!” I bellowed. “I NEEDED TO BE AT MY COMPUTER, BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE THE PHONE NUMBER WAS! JESUS!”
2001: No entry.
2000: I’ve visited Wal-Mart three times in the last five days. I think they’re about to name a parking space after me.
1999: F: In Michigan, you can take this bottle to the recycling center and get ten cents for it.]]>