Margarine is gross!
I sometimes write posts and don’t publish them for days.
I get so anxious for Thanksgiving dinner that I actually sit down at the table sometimes 30 minutes before it’s ready. I might hum the Jeopardy song and get things thrown at me by angered family members in the kitchen.
I’m patiently waiting for the Nutella jar to be scraped clean so I can use it to make Nutella OIAJ. Un holy idea? Probably, but you know it’ll be tasty!
Thanksgiving is the time of year for stretchy pants, sleeping and eating multiple slices of pie. Never feel embarrassed.
I have now lived through a conversation that included the phrase I ate a leftover Thanksgiving burrito this morning. I’m still wondering what exactly that was.
Is it sad that I associate rain with winter, not snow?
I say I watch the parade every Thanksgiving when every year I wake up and turn on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, watch about 30 minutes then get sidetracked and do something else.
I celebrate Black Friday Shopping by staring at the back of my eyelids from deep under my covers.