Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Wah. Wah.

Today was supposed to be a fun, easy day off. I remember two years ago when I had the Wednesday off before Thanksgiving and it was 80 degrees and sunny and I went mountain biking. Fuck that day, seriously. I've had about as much grey sky and drizzle as I can handle at this point. I'm vitamin D deficient. I'm going to start munching on fish oil pills if the sun doesn't come out soon.

So today was a catch up day - house cleaning, errands, gym, more gym, more errands. I had an appointment with one of the coaches at the school where I work. He lifts weights and I wanted him to check out what I was doing and help me improve my form. It was fine (ugh, overhead squats) but at one point his girlfriend, who I'd never actually met, wandered over and just stood there watching. Hi, AWKWARD.

Add to that 800 stressy emails from my mom about tomorrow. Just know this: an 18 pound turkey. I have to go over at 8am to help put that thing in the oven. So happy about that. I hope she likes bedhead and a bad attitude because I have both and they ARE FREE.

Did y'all know I'm on Twitter? Yeah, I caved. My friend Palinode who is Canadian, posted this on Twitter:

I have been reading Thanksgiving tweets for a solid week. When the hell do you people actually eat your turkey?

My response (spelling corrected because I can):

We eat after the traditional screaming fight with mom and drink a bottle of wine mid-day because fuckin' YAY, it's a holiday.

That about sums it up.

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