For those of you who haven't noticed, I've stopped putting "Britt's entry" at the top of my posts. This is because my otherwise wonderful husband, who gets up early to make the coffee and water the dog, who squeezes from the middle of the toothpaste tube less often now, who holds my hand even when he's snoring, hasn't made a single entry to this entire blog. Not a peep. I tell him in my excited voice when I make a new post, but I'm pretty sure he never thinks to look at it on his own, let alone write an entry. So, since all entries are mine, the "Britt's entry" notation is a bigger waste of time than looking for quality at WalMart.
That being said, I'm starting a new series of posts just in time for the holidays. I'm about to grant you all a peek into the mind of Britt. Now, I realize that I'm about as predictable as Martha Stewart making something super cool that you could never hope to duplicate in your lifetime, but I'm gonna attempt to slide in some surprise twists. We'll see, right?
So, here goes....
Did you ever stop to think that Thanksgiving is the one day of the entire year when you're guaranteed that nearly everyone in America is having dinner a) with their friends, family and loved ones, b) at a table, and, c) eating food that didn't get handed through a drive-through window? It's really pretty amazing when you think about it.
This year we're having T-day at my parent's house because my grandma's dining room table doesn't sit enough people and the room isn't configured to add another. And, wouldn't you know it, the vegetarian's family is having three turkeys. Three. Is it necessary? No. Is it still gonna happen? Yuppers. So the dealio is that my mom is obviously making a turkey 'cause its her house. My grandma is making a turkey because my mom's stuffing won't be going in a turkey (thank you, mom!) and she believes that we might get smited (smote?) for tweaking a tradition. (ok, that was joke, but you get it.) And my aunt is deep frying a turkey and bringing it over. I've tried asking myself why, but its as mysterious as Britney's love of god-awful weaves.
To top that off, I really, really wanted to make pies this year. My grandma always does it and I never get a chance, and I LOVE to make cool pies so this time I told her I'd make two. She's still making hers. *head shaking* So the official count for those keeping track at home, is: Turkeys - 3, Stuffing - 3, Pies - 4, People - 14, Vegetarians - 1.
In addition to pies, I'm making cranberry sauce and roasted butternut squash, so I expect the next 36 hours to be pretty busy. Which is actually really bad timing because Sean used his birthday gift card to buy a Wii game that I'm addicted to: Animal Crossing. It's the one you see commericals for right now where two girls talk to each other through the Wii about what they did in the town that day and then their characters go watch fireworks on a hillside. I. Can't. Stop. I need help. The first step is admitting I have a problem, right?
I'm normally not the type to spend my already minimal time on a video game but I played from 8-10 last night, until the store closed. You have to earn money to pay for things like your cute little house and equipment that helps you make more money. So you catch fish and collect objects and run errands for people. But you can't sell the things that would help you make money if the store is closed. And once you fill your pockets, you have to empty them somewhere or else you can't collect anything else. So the game kind of comes to a standstill. Which is probably better since its a great and easy game for elementary age kids who should be going to bed at a reasonable hour anyhow, right? And its a one player game, but you can see what other players in your household have done and the city folk talk about both Sean and I to each other. Sean leaves me notes on the Community Bulletin Board and plants flowers in front of my house and stuff. It's fun. Ok, I have to stop talking about it! It's like fiending for a fix!
I've got to focus. Decorating. Gift Shopping. Working off the calories from the Pecan Pie. Keeping Cooter out of the tree. There are more important things right now.
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