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***I think perhaps the bloom is off the rose, or I am getting old, or both. Last night Steve and I *thought* about having a nice bit of romance but we both decided we had eaten too much. “Maybe tomorrow,” we both said, and I didn’t know whether that was really quite funny or rather depressing. Maybe both.
***Every year we got to my friends’ house for Thanksgiving. Every year the same people are there, and save for one I really like all of them. This one, however, just-wow. Every year she feels like there is some kind of competition between the two of us for the best dish. This year, our contribution was flan and a sweet potato casserole, and I think she started to sweat a little when people went insane over both of them. She tasted the potatoes and said, “Well all THAT is, is a lot of brown sugar!” and of course, since they are Spanish and therefore experts, the flan was cooked too long. However, Owen ate three big bowls of the flan, and had one bit of her pie and spit it out. I love that kid.
***Eli has been grounded from the computer and going to friends’ houses for two weeks. The last two days he has been moping around and throwing out little gems like, “Have I told you how much I love you, mom? You are such a kind and loving mom,” or, even better, “I just think it is so neat how you preach forgiveness and understanding.” Independent of his fulsome compliments, I had decided to allow him two hours on the computer today. However, apparently he snuck upstairs last night after we fell into our carbohydrate-induced-coma and got on the computer, and he forgot and left his WoW game running. Not the smartest pickle in the jar, is he?
***I thank you all for your kind words on my post the other day; I know that everyone’s intentions were very, very pure. Things are not especially better, and there is just one more layer of hard shell on my heart, but I won’t write about it anymore unless I absolutely can’t help it.
***I hate commercials even more than I did ten years ago when I cut off the TV. I swear on all I hold holy that if I hear the stupid Toys R Us jingle one.more.time in the next ten minutes, I am going to call the cable company. There are some really great things on the TV, and even some pretty entertaining shows (okay, I love The Cake Boss; that guy’s sisters are SUCH bitches, and they are all so obviously perpetuating that effusive Italian stereotype, that it just cracks me up), but my god, the commercials. I felt my IQ drop about 15 points almost instantly.
***Speaking of TV, I was watching the news and apparently “people” are “only” spending $682 on Christmas this year. Are you fucking kidding me? Who has that kind of money to spend on Christmas? I think if I clean out the bottom of my purse I might have $6.82.
***I spent so much time at home last week when I was sick that the idea of being home another four days this week has me feeling like bugs are crawling under my skin. Seriously.
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