Loving Blankey

You are now landing far, far away.

Dirty Barbies

Gobble
After all of my weird obsessing and reading/comparing of, like, 500 cornbread stuffing recipes, it turned out awesome. I was so pleased.Yesterday I spent my fifth Thanksgiving at Nannette's house. Fifth! How is it possible I've been here so long? This year Jenny and Scott were missing, and there were several people I don't really know there. It just wasn't the same. I mean, our food was lovely. Everyone was in good spirits. But many of the people there didn't feel like MY people, and it made me feel a little sad. The best part by far was spending the morning and afternoon cooking and drinking mimosas with Angie and Nannette and periodically sending and receiving texts o

I dreamed you were back.
I just woke up.

On annoyances
I just need to gripe for a minute. I loathe the following things:- People who advertise themselves as once who "don't take life too seriously." I want to yell, "You're a fucking idiot! Pay attention! While you're kicking it on your magic cloud in the sunshine, serious shit's going down! Christ!"- People who say they want someone who is "drama free" or "with no emotional baggage." Son, you should stay soooooo far away from me' and good luck to you, you unfeeling twit.- Do people seriously like their stuffing in the bird? Really? Soggy and stuffed up the bird's butt?There's probably some others, too. That's it for the moment.

All this grateful (and ungrateful) business
Several people I know are naming something they're grateful for on Facebook every day until Thanksgiving. Even though these are friends of mine and very lovely people, this practice makes me a little nauseous. Probably because I am cranky and cantankerous and bitter and jaded.Still. I thought I'd do

"Such sweetness was not meant for me.""
"You never started with me. (You never finished with me.)"[Go here and listen to "Sabina." My friend Jim wrote it.]