post-thanksgiving weekend wrap-up
Mr. Cheeks is upset that he had to stay home for thanksgiving, but I am not. I couldn't run the risk of him embarassing me by putting his butt in people's food, especially since this year was only the second occasion where I have spent any time with Paul's dad and his wife. It was a wonderful holiday - it's has been a couple of years since I spent thanksgiving in a big family-style environment. When I was growing up, I remember being so embarassed of my goofy uncles and cousins, but have come to learn that all families have that element of weirdness, and if they don't, they should! if you can't be weird with the people you love the most, something is not right. anyway, the holiday was very warm, comfortable, and nice. I had two pieces of pie.
As I sit here eating a leftover slice of caramel-apple pie, our turkey carcass (the one that I was not home for) is simmering on the stove for soup, filling the house with the most incredible smell. Reminds me of my mom and her domestic-awesomeness. I'm in charge of the soup this year, I'll be trying very hard to make it taste like hers.
I'm also thinking about just how great this weekend was overall. My evening-job wrapped up on tuesday, so I was able to leave on wednesday night for longbeach, help get the house ready for thanksgiving, relax a bit, sew (I spent all day friday sewing clothes for Paul's Blythes and did not take any pictures.), and prepare for Paul's housewarming party on saturday.
Sunday was reserved for sleeping, sleeping, and waking to consume large quantities of meat and deep-friend onion rings of joy.
And now, back to the lonely work week. Is it any wonder I hate mondays so much?
