Happy Thanksgiving

So I managed to salvage my holiday.

After I blogged last night, I had myself a calm down drink and a black and marched my ass right back into the kitchen to regulate. Suffice it to say, when I got up this morning, that turkey had not been touched and my greens were still safe and sound in their pre-cut, pre-cleaned bags. Of course there were some unsolicited suggestions being made all around, but I just ignored them and did what I do. I am happy to say that all the food came out delicious, although, strangely enough, I only had one plate. I told myself I was going back for seconds as soon as my food digested, but I guess it never digested, cause seven hours later, I still feel full.

I tried to be sociable as much as I could, but I spent a lot of the day in my room. I guess I was trying to avoid the BS that my mother and me in the same room for too long tends to generate, but I kinda just felt like being in my room. The house was hot as hell after all the cooking and the moderately warm weather, and they didnt want the ceiling fan on for whatever reason. I was hot...... shit...... so I chilled under the ceiling fan in my room and watched Miracle on 34th St (my co-favorite Christmas movie, next to Its a Wonderful Life) and played Words With Friends. I imagine there was some commentary about my seclusion but you know what? I dont really care LOL. I did what I needed to in order to have a good day today, and they can have my full participation tomorrow when we hit the city. Its their last full day before they go back upstate on Saturday, so I think thats a fair compromise.

All in all, it was a good day. Im not in jail, everybody's still speaking, and I think everyone enjoyed themselves. After the first couple of hours of them (her) being here, I wasnt so sure it would go down like that, but hey, Im glad it did.

Happy Thanksgiving, yall. I hope yall all had a wonderful day.

Dig, out.