My sincere apologies for neglecting the blog yesterday. I know the three of you who faithfully read "The Daily Drivel" were disappointed. But alas, I woke up yesterday feeling like poo, so I stayed home and slept all day. (Dad and Memaw... I'm fine now. No need to call and check on me.)
So after 18 hours or so of Nyquil-induced sleep, I spent the evening in the kitchen. I made a breakfast casserole for this morning's office potluck, and a roast for my dear cousin Lonnie. It brought back memories of our time as roommates, when he would rake his toenail clippings into the crevice of my coffee table and eat chocolate poptarts two meals a day. Ah, good times. Lonnie did learn to expand his dietary horizons when he lived with me... I exposed him to broccoli salad and his favorite, pot roast, so I made him one for old time's sake. It's nice that someone appreciates my domesticity, even if it's someone related to me.
Jen's in Atlanta (or Mylanta, as Taylor used to call it), taking some sort of "turn your head and cough" exam, and Lon's got gate duty, so I'm headed to Maumelle after work to pick up Huey, Dewey, and Louie from school. I invited myself to their house tonight to watch the Cowboys/Packers game since I, like 80 million other people, don't get the NFL network.
And if that's not punishment enough for my misdeeds, I get to go to Branson this weekend with my mom's sister and my 83-year-old grandmother, who will surely be wearing something bedazzled to the Bob-o-Links or whatever painful show she drops $150 on tickets for.
Happy festivus, folks. Serenity now!
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Whatever your grandmother wears, could not be worse than the cornucopia sweatshirt, red pants and white heels Mimi wore to Thanksgiving. Anna Wintour would have rather worn a Members-Only jacket with some acid washed jeans than that God-awful outfit. Have fun, though!
I knew you talked about Grannie like that, but I am shocked that you included me in that sentence!! I thought we were suffering together to take Grannie to branson. Now, I know, it's you suffering to take me and Grannie!! MemawKat
aw, memaw... Read that in the spirit that it was written... With much love!
And nanner, mimi's thanksgiving outfit is very much something eck would wear. They could have a tacky holiday fashion faceoff!
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