Oh look, it’s the official start of the bullshit shopping holiday season. I guess that means I should start shopping.
Thanksgiving was everything I imagined it would be: a nothing-special dinner with a bunch of people I have a lot of trouble tolerating. No one dropped the n-word this time, which I was impressed with.
The food was best described as “meh”. The turkey was a bit on the dry side by the time it was on my plate. As much as I love stuffing and prepared myself to pick chunks of celery and onion out of it, this was something else altogether. There were onion bits, and they were tiny, but I honestly think that was the only flavor she may have added to the stuffing before she put it in the bird. Somehow, she overcooked corn on the cob; I didn’t even know that was fucking possible. Even my late night plate of cheesecake was pretty unimpressive. My sweet potatoes were good, at least.
We left early because Mom was sick. Obviously, I was ok with that decision.
The rest of the night was pretty much a regular night. It was football night, so obviously I slapped some headphones on and played a game. I spent a lot of time cuddling Mal while I can. I caught him in my bedroom closet late last night. He had eaten half of the plastic bag holding Christmas bows.
Technically, started shopping. I bought a present for Shawshank, and it should arrive a couple of days after me. I have a box packed and ready to send to him. I’ll probably do that today. You know I’m all about seeking out those behaviors that will make me the most miserable.
