Pictured above is Thanksgiving Dinner, Part 1. It didn't know it was the first in what was to be a series of turkey dinners, and neither did the girl who made it. Her boyfriend had brought fresh cranberry sauce home from work, and also she knew she was working on real Thanksgiving and as such was sad about having to wait until Christmas to eat her mom's green bean casserole. So she got some deli turkey and baked a sweet potato and mashed it up and made the casserole from memory. It turned out okay.
Then we went home (HEY NARRATIVE CHANGE-UP, HOW YOU DOIN?) the next weekend, and had (another) (early) turkey dinner (again.) (There was a better picture of my mom and Diego stuffing fruit up a turkey's butt together, but someone who shall remain nameless deleted it because he didn't like it. DON'T WORRY, I threw a temper tantrum of disproportionate proportions in reaction to this crime when I went to look for that one specific picture and realized it wasn't there.) We hadn't planned on visiting, so it was a nice sort of "Surprise, Thanksgiving!" impromptu sort of occasion, and also instead of pie we had birthday cake because of my brother.
And also, we waxed lips and eyebrows while waiting for the turkey to be hot enough. What does your family do? Let me know in the comments below, and you'll be entered to win an iPod shuffle from 2005 and the privilege of my esteem.
This picture doesn't have anything to do with Thanksgiving, except that it happened at some point in between the three Thanksgivings I had. Look at how good my sparkly sleeves are.
On real Thanksgiving, I worked for ten hours and had a lot of fun making up stories about the people who found their way into my work on Thanksgiving Day and then came home to eat the turkey mole the BF made. It was the same as our Thanksgiving last year, I think we even got the same wine, except that in a different apartment and this year we put our plates on a box instead of directly onto the floor. We have, in fact, managed to fit a table into our 2.4 square feet of living space, but, picnic. Also, it's fun to do these silly things every year and think about eventually having babies to do them with. It's weird to have found the person I want to procreate with, weird to actually have my person sitting in front of me, and know that someday there could be tiny people who look sort of like us and think that Thanksgiving is the holiday where we sit on the floor to eat dinner and aren't Mommy and Daddy wonderful. Mostly Mommy.
Thanksgiving weekend we went to an event that that same nameless person from earlier spent a panic-attack inducing amount of money on tickets to. It was fun. I wore colors on my eyelids and sparkles on my skirt and a cardigan, and won an award for least amount of skin showing.
I also won an award for most amount of time in between eyebrow waxes. You know what, though? You manage my schedule and simultaneously maintain perfect brows and I'LL give YOU an award. (You guessed it, an iPod shuffle from 2005.) Edit: I realize that I just showed you a picture of waxing on Thanksgiving and now a week later my eyebrows are furry again. To be clear, my eyebrow bushes don't regenerate themselves at an unusually fast rate, I just didn't do them on that day because of laziness. (Also because I was more focused on how much fun it is to wax a boyfriend.) So also, to clarify, it's less my schedule and more my laziness that accounts for my being unkempt.
I'm taking a mini vacation for Christmas, and I'm not sure if I'm more excited about sparkly lights or about not having to wake up at 3:30 for four days in a row. It's probably about equal. Today is my day off from work and school and boyfriend because he's at work, and I don't mean that in a mean way I mean it in an I-don't-have-to-talk-to-anybody-today-if-I-don't-want-to-and-it's-my-favorite-day way. I had grand plans of finishing all the homework and studying for all the finals but instead I went back to sleep this morning and didn't get up until noon. And then I washed the dishes, and then I wrote this blog. And now I'm going to take a shower and go buy vegetables because I'm so bloated I'm surprised I can walk in a straightish line without tipping over.
