fangsgiving
Well, what to do when waiting the long 24 minutes my "Hey Look at my Torte!" Torte is in the oven? I know, update my livejournal. Lindsey is in the living room watching a marathon of "I shouldn't be Alive". Moscow is sleeping on the kitchen chair, exausted from watching me bake. Vadar is doing something ridiculous somewhere. Ahhhhhh family.
It feels nice to have my own little family. And our own little perfectown. BTW, housewarming next week! DUH!
Tuesday me and Griff, Dawn, and Sara went to see Morrissey, and although Me and Griff had all access passes (thank you Matt Walker aka Moz's drummer) I am not pregnant with Morrissey's baby. Apparently, Moz is ususally in the car leaving the venue before the band finishes playing the last song. Which rules. I'm really glad Morrissey is really as bizarre as he should be. And I'm really glad that there was a giant GONG that Matt got to play.
Other excitement: based on the superior design of my Housewarming invite I may get to take over some of the graphic design for the salon. Which is awesome, and gives me the creative outlet that the voices in my head so badly crave.
So, another "no shower thanksgiving" at my dad's house. None of us are allowed to shower, and coming in your pajamas is suggested, but not manditory. My sister and her boyfriend will be there (our own private version of Britney and K-Fed), and Louis (her boyfriend) is making Stuffed Shells. You know, that old thanksgiving classic, stuffed shells? Well, i'm looking forward to it. Tonite, me and the wife will put up the christmas tree, and watch the holiday heartwarming favorite "Farenheit 9/11) oh and as for the snuggling? yeah, there will be lots of that.
happy t-day.
turkey down.