Oh look, it's 3:15 and the house is filled with smoke. It must be time for dinner! Who needs a dinner bell when there's coughing and wheezing to be done. It was just the butter water boiling over before I put the stuffing in, not the kitchen bursting into flames this year. Kitchen fires are sooo 2006.
Did you have a nice Thanksgiving? We had a good group of people who don't care so much that I used the napkins usually reserved for packing in lunchboxes. They were more focused on the yummy snacks (thanks upstairs neighbors!) and the ridiculous quantity of food. I think Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love the food, and I love the reminder to think of all the things I'm thankful for.
I would tell you what I'm thankful for, but really, there aren't enough pixels for that. It's been a weirdly good year. Is that okay? That, despite appearances, we're having a good year amid national crisis? Granted our measurement of "good" is different from most and doesn't include things like a rain barrel full of cash. We forgot to get us a rain barrel full of cash. But we did kind of get a new home. And we have a new relationship with the kids' grandma - heck, we expanded our family from four to five and I didn't have to give birth! I'd call it a win.
I sometimes forget about the "ornaments of a house" line at the top of the page. Sometimes I go for weeks without looking at my own blog - hopefully things aren't going completely haywire. But about that ornaments thing, it's true. We've been stripping the house of ornamentation in the name of decluttering, and I am here to say, nothing gussies up a place like a good group of people.
So to my dinner friends, thanks for spiffying up my home.
And to my invisible internet friends, thanks for spiffying up my blog.
The world is a better place with you in it. Happy Thanksgiving.