Thanksgiving was uneventful unenjoyable. food was fine. just 4 of us. not much to talk about since we see each other all the time. I watched football for the first time all year since we always do and my dad always has sports on, but he only halfway watched and during halftime was even watching something else on his pad with the volume up which wow, way annoying. I bought mom and dad's Christmas online and it was on sale, so yay. Mac maybe said 5 words to any of us, then fell asleep and was super grouchy and not helpful when I woke him to come home.

It's been raining for 7 hours and may rain for the rest of the weekend.

I am glad I got up and watched the parade/cooked by myself this morning, that was the best part of the day. At least I am home now and have wine.

oh, I did gather some things from my parents' house that are mine and need to be sold and I got them to pull a bag full of books to get rid of, so that is something.

Tomorrow's plan is to drop off 2 bags of stuff and 2 tables at thrift store, then take 2 bags of books to half price books.

Sorry your thanksgiving was rough. I miss having Thanksgiving with my son. He spends it at his dad's so I can have him Christmas morning. But honestly, CJ and Kel don't get along great so it is easier to have one on one time than for the three of us together. Wow, I rambked, I blame all the drugs over the last few days.

Going out to eat used up every ounce of energy I had today. I had plans for tomorrow that I'm going to have to reschedule if I'm still this under the weather. Bleh. Oh, weather...still snowing. Forecast is below freezing for the next 4 days.

Is there a badge for almost making it through dinner before an in-law made a racist remark?

Ugh. On the phone today my dad said of course cops are going to be wary of random black people because "most crimes are committed by The Blacks...and some Hispanics." And the worst part is that he wasn't saying it in a nasty tone; it was more like relaying fact about the universe that Everybody Knows. Hooray, Racist Dad.

Then at my aunt's house, Other Aunt told me a story with great glee about how her town's council prevailed over the "Politically Correct Assholes" who wanted to change the name of the Christmas Parade to "Holiday Parade." And, much like my dad, you could tell she thought she was being SO open-minded by saying "Look, there can be a Chanukah Parade, a Ramadan Parade -- whatever they want. But the Christmas Parade is a Christmas Parade, not some politically correct holiday parade." I went for more wine.

Then we went to Tim's family where no one talks about politics. It was fantastic. The most controversial issue was the inclusion of Brussels sprouts as a side dish. I love his family.

My racist incident also mentioned "the blacks".

Now, we're apparently watching a random ep of Blindspot before I can go to bed.

And now m-i-l is explaining the plot of Blindspot.

My sweet grandma is totes getting poisoned by Faux Noise...could I sue them for alienation of affection? Tell your dad the biggest gangsters have ties and briefcases, Tep.

In happier news, last year's British Baking Show is on Netflix, so I can watch quirky British people while I knit and/or read fics. Tomorrow is eBay shipping, maybe buying Christmas presents (gift certs from a restaurant I think my recipients will like), and then more digging out the house. But the sun should be out.

I had an excellent day - dropped Walter off at Mom and Dad's while we went to the 5k, watched the Little Turkeys 100-yard dash (kid's "race" with a turkey mascot, totes adorable), ran (and walked) my very slow 5k (but since just two days ago I as dragging my ass in to work and thinking that was a mistake, I'll take it as a win for finishing without being totally wiped out), enjoyed the post-race treats including pumpkin pie and pumpkin It's-Its, watched some of The Hobbit while we did our food prep and discussed which parts were canonical, got all our food hot at the same time, ate just slightly too much, divvied up the leftovers, successfully covered the vegan pumpkin pie in coconut foam, discussed where we will go backpacking next year and what all we need to do in the meantime, and got home. Now my DVR is refusing to work so I can't watch Elementary, but that's really my only complaint.

Well, I'm tired, but that's hardly a complaint.

Next Thanksgiving I'm going to Aruba. Alone.

Nice!