Sometimes I just don't think I have two brain cells to rub together.
I finally have my DD configured properly so that I am actually posting on the actual day that I am actually experiencing and the actual moment.
As I write this, it is Friday. I used to have my time zone set as if I was living in Iraq or something. Hub Man helped me figure it out.
Thanksgiving with Hub Man's clan included 33 people. We had two turkeys and enough side dishes to load up their whole dining room table. There was smoked salmon too on the side board. I skipped the turkey and had that instead.
I got to play "Go Fish" and "War" with one of the younger members of said clan, who brought her playing cards along. The war was a draw and we parted friends.
Some of the family followed us home and sprawled out on our living room floor. All 7 of them. Two decided to go out for the EARLY shopping and left the house at 5 AM! This ensured that the 3 year old twin girls would end up in bed with me when they "waked up" in the morning.... If you were here, you would have seen us sitting in bed while it was still dark outside, with coloring books, journals and picture books wearing our bunny ears and our yellow and black bee hats. A good time was had by all.
Everyone has been fed and sent off down the road in search of more shopping opportunities.
Poor Hub Man is on a more mundane errand. Some nasty little relay in our refrigerator decided to commit suicide yesterday and fried itself. Thus insuring that the compressor did not go on (we hope). Picture thawing bags of strawberries in the freezer as a result. We threw everything we could into coolers and put them outside where it is pretty cold. Hopefully the part will fix it. Otherwise it's a 250.00 new compressor.
Happy happy. Joy joy!
At least we HAVE a refrigerator that can break eh?
If all goes well, we will be on the road in a while to head to the mountains for ANOTHER Thanksgiving dinner with the other side of the family. Griffen is coming along. I wonder how 5 hours in a cat carrier will effect his tender formative years?
Life is good.
Your roving correspondent:
Yetzirah