While shopping for the things we needed for our Thanksgiving dinner, I asked the kids if they would prefer Cool Whip in the tub or Reddi Whip in the can for their pie, and after a few seconds of careful consideration, they both say, "spray can," and while I'm just glad they are finally agreeing on something, my daughter says, "that way, I can spray it in my mouth". I replied, "While I appreciate your honesty, I don't think that's going to happen." Instead, what did happen was I ended up wrestling her for the can and she laid on it and then the lid came off and it was spraying on her and the carpet... Awesome.

I'd been cooking since 9 am, making a 24 pound turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, biscuits, candied sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, apple crisp, cranberry sauce, etc., when Tony walks in around noon and asks, "Are you making deviled eggs?" I answer, "I wasn't... but I guess I can," and then when they're finished, I spend fifteen minutes diverting Rich's attention from them before he recruited back-up and ran interference while Tony went in for the score.

We went to see Harry Potter and I sort of understood it, but since I've never read the books and only seen the first two movies, it was marginally confusing. Now I feel I must try and watch the ones in between that I haven't seen, and I would add them to my Netflix, but there's no guarantee I would get them in the right order. Also, that snake had me jumping into Rich's lap and all of them laughing at me. Also, that Dobby character seems like he could be the cousin of Smeagol or Grendel. Anyone?

I might have had a piece of pumpkin spice cake and a tamale for breakfast at work on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Just saying. Then again, Rich may have eaten half a pumpkin pie today, so I think I'm okay.

This is the first time in at least fifteen years that I haven't had to work retail during the holidays and I really don't even know what to do with myself, but ANYTHING else is fine with me. RIch asked me today, while I was in my jammies on the couch reading my book if I was sure I didn't want to go brave the malls with all those people. I'm pretty sure I gave him the 'there is no chance in hell' look. You know the one...

The turkeys were Buy One, Get One Free at the store, so Rich intends to brine and then rotisserie the other, smaller one on his BBQ. Hmmmm.