It was inevitable. Someday I was bound to leave the window down, after inputting car wash code at the kiosk, when I drove into the hands-free car wash.

Today was that day.

I had a dream with Henry Rollins in it the other night. In it, I had gone back to school. Or something schoolish, as it was actually made up of ex-coworkers from my previous P.O.E. Ex-bosses were teachers. Anyway, Henry came on a School Visit. He was treated as a Special Guest, but was going through the motions of attending class and whatnot. Basically we were hanging out with Henry Rollins. Which ruled. Henry was very annoyed however, to find out that we were to spend the afternoon watching The Music Man on dvd. But he was much cheered when I suggested we sit in the back and sing along. (WTF?) Anyway, I ended up being late for “class” because I fell down some stairs and sprained my ankle, had to go to the nurses office. Henry made someone give up their seat on the comfy couch for me because I was injured and then I woke up.

I am extremely disappointed. I would have loved to find out if Henry knew all the words to all the songs in The Music Man. Because I do.

Dreams are really only interesting to the people that have them.

Which is weird. I imagine it’s because I use “ya’ll.”

Yankee or Dixie quiz.

I will now write 25 words in my Nano story between each smartie.

Ready…… GO!

I have a box of Smarties in my bag. Which I will open now, and separate into individual piles based on color and starting with the pile with the least number of smarties, and ending with the pile with the most, EAT THEM!!!

You want to know, don’t you? Ok.

1. blue

2. purple

3. yellow

4. orange

5. brown

6. red

7. green

8. pink

Confession: I wish they were peanut butter m’n m’s.

even if I am living in Canada.

I am enjoying Stephen Colbert’s book immensely.

This is what 40 looks like… when she’s lounging on the couch.

Don’t worry, 40 isn’t always so grainy, it’s the lighting.

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

Onion Chopping Goggles.

See how happy they make me?

Happy Thanksgiving!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Happy THANKSgiving.

I’m trying. But it just won’t stick. It keeps sliding down to the floor and running away, on two legs, yelling “See you in November… after Daylight Savings ends!”

Ah well, it will take some getting used to, having two Thanksgivings. Nonetheless, there is no such thing as taking TOO much time out to be grateful for the things you have in life, is there?

Nor is there any such thing as too much pie.

This Monday is Thanksgiving, here in Canada. I cannot wrap my mind around that.

First of all, it’s October. We have not even celebrated my birthday yet, although you are welcome to start doing that at any time. Let alone Halloween.

Second, it’s on a Monday. Weird.

However, that is not going to stop me from making a Thanksgiving dinner. Shocked? Amazed? Scared? It’s ok, I understand. I haven’t been completely forthcoming with you. I’ve been cooking all sorts of things. I’ve made Beef Stroganoff. Twice! I can make the homemade Mac and Cheese that Arifa makes for me when we get together. Myself! I have several chicken recipes I make regularly. And I’m on my way to recreating Buca di Beoppo’s excellent Lemon Chicken. Last night was Too Lemony, but I’m getting closer. I look forward to getting my Alton Brown cookbooks out of storage someday. Along with my beautiful red Kitchen Aid mixer.

Oh sure, every once in a while I manage to ruin every single dish in a meal, and we have to have sammiches. But I would say that I’m successful about 8 out of 10 times. And while Thanksgiving is ambitious, I’m going to give it a whirl anyway. If it works out, I fully intend to make another one in November. Otherwise, I won’t know when it’s time to start Christmas Shopping.

However, we are not having turkey. There is not a turkey small enough for only two people. We have a tiny kitchen, a tiny refrigerator that features a tiny freezer. I don’t think we even have room for a turkey in this place. I was going to just get one of those turkey breasts instead, but the truth is, I like dark meat. I think it will still be thanksgiviny as long as I have pumpkin pie. And stuffing. These are the dishes that MAKE THANKSGIVING for me. There will be smashed potatoes. And I’m making my mom’s bean dish for Wil. It has all the good things in life in it, butter, sour cream, cheese, almond slivers. But it also has green stuff. And I am deadly allergic to cooked green stuff. Truly.

So, instead of turkey, I am going to roast a chicken. I’ve decided to make Beer Can Up The Butt Chicken. My friend Marie did it once, and not only did she say it was delicious, she provided me with step by step instructions. With pictures! So I’m going to give it a try. Tomorrow, I’ll ask Wil to pick up a six pack on the way home from work, and let him keep five. That should make him pretty thankful. And isn’t that what Thanksgiving is all about?