My forehead is bruised. The country music and Neil Diamond on the CD player is to blame.
My ears have finally stopped bleeding. Neil Diamond again. More country music than I can stand in a week was filtered into my brain in under two hours.
The GPS system on my father’s truck is still in tact. I showed it some mercy.
Our trip down south to my MIL’s yesterday was uneventful. I valiantly decided not to destroy the GPS system when it repeated told us to make a U-turn for about fifty miles. I didn’t feel rejected when my father decided to not listen to me and take my directions but instead use his GPS thingy. I hate those things. I hate having more noise in the car. The beeping. The fact that you trust yourself less and rely on a chip just irritates me. I will never own one.
But we made it and I managed read all but one article in my Newsweek. Still by the time I crawled out of the car I felt drugged. What is it about car rides through the country with late afternoon sun that makes you so lethargic? Even T.D. after a long nap was totally out of it. Her hair was wild with a smattering of multi-colored barrettes all over and pig-tails askew. She sullenly looked around and blinked. I hear ya kid, I feel ya.
So the Thanksgiving festivities begin. I’ll be sweating blood making puff pastries this afternoon and I might need some booze to deal with that. I’m not a flaky bakey person. Pound cakes I can do. Cookies I can do. Delicate puffs of flaky dough? Not my thing. It’s a good thing I’m not smoking because some ash might have gone into the mix.
Did I mention that in the flurry of activity to leave the house yesterday I forgot to pack socks? Yup. And feed the dog. Good thing the neighbor is coming by today or I might have lost my couch by the time we got back. Here’s to keeping it together this holiday season. Cheers!
