12/1/08 Thanksgiving Update

Hello? Anybody here? (sound of lonely echoes). I know, I’ve left you Quirk-less for the entire week, and I completely understand if you’ve taken off for quirkier pastures. It’s just hard to write over a holiday when family is in and we’re eating and playing on the Wii and eating and dragging Christmas decorations out of the attic and eating. And you know how hard it is to type while clutching a fork in one hand and a turkey leg in the other. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even turn the computer on for the past four days. Nope, not even once. I take my dedication to Thanksgiving gluttony very seriously. And as much as I love all of you guys, turkey and gravy and broccoli casserole and mashed potatoes and stuffing and apple pie can pretty much block everything else out.

But now, having sworn that I am too stuffed to ever eat again, I am back. And hopefully, one or two or you are also.

To catch you up to everything that has happened the past few days without boring you to tears, I submit the following to you, in super-condensed format:

Seester and hubby. Apple pie. Brownies. Banana Bread. Stuffing. 18 place settings. Leaf decorations. Turkey. LED candle batteries. Mashed potatoes. Broccoli casserole. Blue Ornaments for $1. Hard to find yeast rolls. 3 bags of ice. Mom. Dad. Grandparents. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Relatives of Relatives. Their friends. More broccoli casserole. Mad Gab. UT Men’s basketball. Gravy. Gravy on biscuits. Gravy on stuffing. Gravy on turkey and mashed potatoes. No more gravy. Laughter. Christmas presents. Saved bows. New clothes. Silly pictures. 1.8 million volt stun gun. Throwing star. Whimsy. Gift cards. Brown boots. Wii games. All you can eat pizza buffet. Dance Dance Revolution. Laughter. Catnip toys. Christmas pictures. Cheese queso. Chips. Turkey pinwheels. Free curly fries. More apple pie. Wii hockey. Cracker barrel. Lima beans. Broccoli casserole leftovers. Measurement from your shoulder to my elbow. Hugs goodbye. Read a book. Take a nap. Last of the broccoli casserole. Already missing the gravy.

I doubt any of that made sense to anyone who wasn’t there, but you get the gist anyway (if nothing else than with my obsession with gravy). And assuming that you’re still out there and I’m not just talking to myself (which would be very lonely indeed), you’re now all caught up on what’s been happening while I was gone. We now return to your regularly scheduled quirky.