Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Thank you, good night!
I had dinner with The Other Copy Editor, fmr., and her well-appointed spouse. And their dogs. And their millennial friends, who always seem to be more mature than I was at that age, and I know that’s a stretch to imagine.
But before that, I have a friend who was going through some shit and didn’t have Thanksgiving plans.
“Are you planning to spend the day crying like a little bitch?” I asked, because I’m a sensitive person. Hey, June, you still answering phones at the crisis line?
He said it was more likely he was going to make a TV dinner with turkey in it, which made me cry like a little bitch, so we decided to get together for part of the day. “I’m up for anything,” he said, and the first idea that came out of my head was to have crackers at the cemetery.
“Plus whiskey,” he said, so after a morning of enjoying my not-at-all chaotic home,
off we went.
As usual, there was plenty to enjoy at the cemetery. And it was a beautiful fall day. Perfect for whiskey and/or crackers.
It’s good to go to the cemetery with someone as awful as you. We passed a huge tombstone with the name Clap. “Well, that’s unfortunate,” said my friend. “Here lies Jebediah Chlamydia. “
I don’t know why that tickled me so, other than Jackie Kennedy and I share a sense of humor, but that was killing me, so to speak. I could barely contain my crackers.
I think my favorite thing at the cemetery was this headless child with a headless rocking horse.
Okay, you want to know what’s creepy? It took me FOREVER to add those photos. They wouldn’t upload no matter what. Finally, I got this little note from WordPress saying I was out of room and needed to “upgrade” my account in order to ever add another photo to this site ever again. So I just paid
for a business account here for the year. Do you think the headless child is pissed? Do you think my having to cough up that dough went to her…head?
Anyway, sorry. Here. I know it’s a bad time for this…
Back to being a bad person…
There. Holiday spirit, complete.
Anyway, after the cemetery, we retired to my house to look at pictures of people we don’t know, because believe it or not I’ve found someone else who collects them.
And then I had to go to my actual dinner.
The Other Copy Editor, fmr., and her spouse are the ones who own that really great B&B in town.
Everyone was busy with the preparations when I got to their house, and thank heavens I arrived to tie on an apron and really pitch in.
The Other Copy Editor, fmr., and her husband are the kind of people who actually have crystal decanters for their liquor, like soap opera people.
I’m having the worst time adding captions today, and I sure am glad I just spent $204 on this site.
I brought lame bread and cheese, and why does anyone invite me anywhere?
Everything was delicious, but do you want to know my favorite part?
TOCE, fmr., made her grandmother’s Jello recipe, which called for green Jello, pears, cream cheese and…was that it? No! Cool Whip! And
“This tastes like the color green,” I said, and that is how I got my greens at Thanksgiving.
Meanwhile, your photos are coming in. I’d rather forgotten I’d asked, so you can imagine my surprise yesterday when I had 20 messages on my blog email and hadn’t blogged. Again, email me
- Your photo from Thanksgiving
- Using the subject THANKSGIVING in your email
- Tell me your name or your blog name
- And where you are geographically, not “the dining room.”
I guess I should give a deadline. Let’s say 6 p.m. Eastern, Sunday, so I have time to write the post after. These take forever to post, so I can’t make exceptions. Seriously, they take like three hours to write.
But I like getting everyone’s photos. When a new email comes, I’m all, Ooooo! Paula H&B already sent hers. ALL the cool people are doing it.
I’m celebrating Black Friday by getting cat litter. It’s a festive time here at House O’Juan.