11.22.06

Getting ready to brave the traffic up to the 'Couv for an evening of laughing, talking, geeking out on various and sundry subjects, and Oh gads, here she goes again with this. My stars and garters, I'm sick of hearing about her stupid not-relationship with the not-boyfriend! more snuggling. I maintain that there isn't enough snuggling and spooning in the world.

Tomorrow, D's off to the wilds of someplace in Oregon for T-day with his mom. I'm heading over to Beavertron to have T-day with Mater and StepPater. The step is cooking so, yay! We're having shabu-shabu and sunomono. Yep, the traditional American Thanksgiving.

This is such a wonderful and far cry from the hell of my married T-days. The horror. The horror.

For the US people, Happy T-day.

For everyone else, raise a glass and toast the Pilgrims who got a lot of po-faced, holier-than-thou, humourless, religious fanatics out of England and into a country where the natives were robbed, lied to, cheated, marginalized, and exploited. Yay!

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