Is that your gizzard?
Thanksgiving rawked. Nice and quiet day at Mom's, where she cooked a feast! She was so damn nervous about everything turning out ok since she swears she never cooks anymore and "hasnt made a turkey in ages". Everything rawked tho, and I stuffed myself silly then firmly planted my ass on the couch to watch Steel Magnolias for the 500th time. Shirley McClaine is my hero. One day I will meet her and she will teach me everything she knows :P
Found a stash of old school drawings, work and report cards by yours truly from ages 5-10. As if I needed any more proof that i was a twisted and hilarious child. I made my mom tape up a giant crayon drawing of a turkey I made in 1st grade on the fridge. It was actually a massive 'Happy Thanksgiving' card. What a hoot.
Had some nice phone conversations, fought traffic on the way home, same as getting down there. Was so trashed by the time I got home, my ass was in bed at 12am. Thats earlier than "school nights".
Time to go clean my joint, its a stye. Then off to the gym for a couple hours.
Gobble gobble, all.
Found a stash of old school drawings, work and report cards by yours truly from ages 5-10. As if I needed any more proof that i was a twisted and hilarious child. I made my mom tape up a giant crayon drawing of a turkey I made in 1st grade on the fridge. It was actually a massive 'Happy Thanksgiving' card. What a hoot.
Had some nice phone conversations, fought traffic on the way home, same as getting down there. Was so trashed by the time I got home, my ass was in bed at 12am. Thats earlier than "school nights".
Time to go clean my joint, its a stye. Then off to the gym for a couple hours.
Gobble gobble, all.