First things first, my brother:
I can’t even. He was here for the holiday, and I swear, I smelled his beard while I was cooking. It’s just, I mean, doesn’t it look like a vagina has taken up residence on his face? Like one of those 70′s retro vaginas. His girlfriend didn’t seem to enjoy it so much. And apparently, he’s not shaving it off at the end of the month. He says he gets a lot of compliments on it. I didn’t really wanna pursue the subject of WHO exactly is complimenting him, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say gay men.
In other news:
Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and we had a lovely time. I cooked for a small group, and thank god it was a small group, because holy shit, that is a lot of work. I’m glad I did it, and it was seriously delicious, but wow. I’m still tired. But my turkey? Oh my. I dry brined it, then roasted it, and it was seriously, seriously delicious. There was very little left over, so I’m debating getting another bird and doing it again, just for us. It was THAT good. Dylan totally stuffed her face, and particularly enjoyed the turkey and my homemade cranberry sauce, which kind of surprised me. All in all, great day. How was your holiday?
We didn’t do Black Friday shopping, although we debated back and forth up until last night whether or not we would. It’s just too hard with a toddler, and I’m so glad we didn’t go, because some of the stories coming out are just awful. Fights, people getting pepper sprayed, lines around the block. It’s ridiculous. And trust me, I worked in retail for a long time, you get the best prices closer to Christmas, hands down. Black Friday just isn’t worth the hassle and bother.
Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, I’m chomping at the bit to get a tree and put up the Christmas decorations. Dylan LOVES the lights and trees and ornaments, she’s freaked out in every single store we’ve been in that has them up. But we do live trees, and I hate how dry they get. I want a nice green tree on Christmas morning, so I think we’ll wait another week to get it. I’m also a little concerned with how Dylan will act with the tree. I’m sure she’ll go after the ornaments (which is fine, we use shatter-proof balls and stuff), but I’m scared she’ll try to actually get IN the tree. And I think it’s a given that the presents will remain hidden until Christmas Eve. I really don’t want to have to re-wrap everything 16 times. Still, I am SO. EXCITED.
Can you even believe that it’s Christmas? Brace yourselves folks, it’s only a month away. Where the hell has this year gone? Wasn’t it July, like. YESTERDAY?