so is the crabs in her pants.
w00t! joy! hip hip hooray! <----- me, trying to muster some holiday cheer.
i am not feeling very festive, possibly because i am from new england and in new england, thanksgiving week is not 85 degrees.
also possibly because thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, because it is usually a time of loudness, and conversations in which my sister regurgitates whatever bleedingheartliberalpropaganda (as my uncle calls it) she has just spent a whole semester on but will forget before spring break, and comments by my nearly-deaf grandmother about how the temple my sister is volunteering at is right down the street from her gynocologist (!), and also soup* for my family, and yet this year, because they are here and i am here it will be a time during which i am spared the propoganda and geratric gynocology, but also deprived of the soup! and you know, quality time with my family and memories to last a life time... blah blah blah. SOUP!
so in an effort to hype it up and get some fa-la-la-las roaming freely about my home,
i have already harassed many of you, and some of you i stalk religiously so there was no need to ask, but if anyone else would like to be on the receiving end of some holiday goodness, please email me your address and i will dig some up out back and send it right over... wrapped in plastic of course, to deter the dogs.
*my mom makes good soup.