Feast or Famine
Today is a day to eat. Today is a day for the family, to catch up and reflect, to laugh, have fun. Did I mention pig out? Did I mention my day will also consist of running to my inlaws house, then to my parental units house? I honestly debate whether I would rather lay in bed and recharge the batteries. I don’t have to do the marathon shopping day tomorrow, so maybe I can get some slumber in then. I am going to catch some football at all costs at the inlaws, even if I have to wrestle with the kids for the remote.
I will not tolerate pokemon, I must see the Phins triumph! Dont you know? There is a man law about the tv being on football at all times. I also want a law that you should be able to take your Thomas Turkey into the living room, none of this family sitting at the table crap! lol.. I want my football, to pig out in peace… not hold hands and pray for the thanks for food speal… call it what you want… lol.. sorry, I have to go get in the shower, shave, look somewhat presentable (now that I am a grunt worker, is it cool to sport jeans and a button down? Have I established myself as anti-white collar enough to blare my Bruce Springsteen tapes and talk about the man?!?!) and head to my mommy inlaw’s house. I will sit with my hands neatly on the table, a bib in place (on me, not Ben) and make up witty topics at the dinner table. I will chew my food quietly and laugh at lame humour. I love turkey day, don’t you?