more like ‘thanksgravy’
It’s almost 9:30 p.m., and I just now finished my work for the day. Sort of. I really should do more, but there’s a six pack and a couch calling my name from the living room (well, the six pack is in the refrigerator, like nature intended). My eyes are blurry, and I’ve lost the ability to type.
Tomorrow should be fun. It better be. I’m cooking the turkey. For some reason Isabelle keeps reminding me that, as if I’m going to forget, or as if I’m agreeing to do it now but planning to change my mind at the last second. If I mention anything about the dinner tomorrow she adds, “You’re cooking the turkey.”
Me: Think we’ll have enough places to sit?
Her: No, but people will figure it out. No big deal. But you’re cooking the turkey.
She really doesn’t want to deal with that turkey. I’ve felt that way before. But tomorrow is a new day.
Speaking of, have a great day tomorrow! More importantly, enjoy the next four days, if you’re one of the lucky ones that don’t have work to do! I don’t have much, so heyo!
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