Post Thanksgiving

Despite all of the pre-Thanksgiving hype.
Despite our sick, aging pets.
Despite the anger I had toward my grandmother.
Despite the fact our ten-year old broke his friggin' back.

I deem this the best Thanksgiving ever.

We ate like Kings (and me, the Queen).
We walked our old dogs many, many times, like we should have all along.
My grandmother acted like it was our strep-ridden children that kept us home, not the fact that we hold mere dogs in almost as high regard as we do our relatives.
And Jack is neither dead nor paralyzed.

We watched The Girl With the Dragon Tatoo and the same Girl Who Played with Fire.
We watched too much football (Auburn/Alabama, holy hell, what a game! And Coach Dooley, Lane Kiffin was just a speedbump.)
Read two chapters in The Invention of Hugo Cabret to the boys and many other books to Bec.
I am almost done with The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest.
I worked ALOT on my project for class.
We decorated the tree.
We registered for "girl stuff" and for anyone who checks out our Target registry, prepare for a guffaw.
And we slept.

I learned today that since we registered for baby stuff in 1999, they now make test strips that test for alcohol in breastmilk.

Wow.

How novel.

I mean, who drinks and nurses?

How crass.