*hugs internets very hard ( Read more... )

So there I am, supervising the Impossible Son as he cuts butter into flour and salt to make pie crusts when the dulcet tones of Toploader crooning, "Dancing in the Moonlight" alerts me to the fact that someone is calling me. I look at the Caller ID, see my mother's name, and immediately think, "Uh-oh, the Flaky Sister is calling ( Read more... )

I just had to say that, because I will be baking myself into oblivion today. Mom has taken over the reins for Thanksgiving this year, because the Salt-Encrusted Ham of Doom convinced her that the Flaky Sister just... should not cook for Thanksgiving. I mean, it wasn't just the ham, it was many, many other things, mostly... it's because after ( Read more... )

Salty. Very, very salty ( Read more... )

It was a good Thanksgiving, though not without its ups and downs, and moments of unintentional funniness (like everyone's expressions when they tried the salt-cured ham, and their mouths all drew up in puckers because it was just... TOO SALTY!!). I'll have to post more when we get home, but you know, considering what happened only a few weeks ago ( Read more... )

Have a happy, relaxing day, F-List!

Auntie is thankful for...

Her family

Her friends

That she has a roof over her head and food on her table

That as chaotic as her life has been, it's always been interesting

And that she has each and every one of you as friends!!

Love and stuff,

Auntie

We were supposed to drive into Houston today for Thanksgiving. I was really looking forward to seeing my folks, and my sisters... okay, well, the Blonde Sister, mostly, but I'm glad to see the Practical Sister, too, though she tends to pick at me... and criticize... I know she means well, somewhere in there, but... it's hard not to bristle ( Read more... )