I had a wonderful bright and shiny Thanksgiving Day post planned complete with a happy happy joy joy mile-long list of things I am thankful for. You know me though; must inject a little Crazy into everything. Some people bring hot dishes to the Thanksgiving table. I bring The Crazy.
It's Thanksgiving Day.
It happens to fall on my most irritable, emotional day in my cycle.
I have to spend the day with a houseful of people without bursting into tears. I've already cried twice today; once when I was getting clothes out of the closet and then when the gas station was out of newspapers. Apparently, those are tears-worthy issues on Planet Crazy.
I can't watch the Packers-Lions because they don't get Fox out here. I managed to keep the tears stifled to stingy eyeballs, but it was close.
Hunky's brother's kids are beautiful and well-behaved and look like they stepped out of an Old Navy ad. My children have cute brand-new haircuts, but need pharmaceutical sedation so people won't kill them and look like the stepped out of a consignment shop.
My sis-in-law is beautiful and polished and well spoken and put together and Macy's. I am a crock-pot full of awkward and neurotic and ditzy and Kmart Blue Light Special.
There must be a news famine in these parts because there are no newspapers left in the city. Normally I wouldn't give a hairy rat's ass but today's paper has all the Black Friday ads which means my shopping strategy has been horribly crippled.
*two thumbs waaay up*
Right on track.