pre-thanksgiving feast snippets

~ It’s a blustery and rainy day in silly San Diego. Hallelujah! I haven’t seen a cloudy Thanksgiving in eons! I cannot tell you how much I love rain.

~ So MB and I are sort of tucked in here, up early, in our flannel jammies and genuwine Ugg boots from actual Australia, finishing our contribution to today’s family feast, waiting for the Macy’s parade to start, and preparing our Thanksgiving morning tradition: mimosas and bagels with smoked salmon, cream cheese, Spanish onions, and capers. YUM. Toast faster, bagels! I command you.

~ Don’t worry. I promise not to kiss you with this mouth. We will worry about gargling later.

~ I am looking forward to The Banshee’s latest pressing questions, which I hear are theological in nature: How can God be three people? and Is Jesus’ last name Amen? and whatever else consumes the mind of an oh-SO-precocious 4 year old.

~ On an unrelated note, I just got a “Happy Thanksgiving” text message from a friend who’s in the national touring company of “Jesus Christ Superstar” with 493-year-old Ted Neeley as Jesus. That little stinker. I didn’t even know. He’s all, I’m in Vegas. And I’m all, Why are you in Vegas? So he’s all, Oh, we need to chat. I’m in the JCS tour!!! And I’m all, AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! etc. Uhm, yes, J! We DO need to talk! Then I told him not to be a lazy V, which is an inside joke that I must one day explain on this blog. Do NOT be a lazy V, J. You are a priest now, for God’s sake.

~ On another unrelated note, I’ve discovered that if a commercial has jingling bells, I will instantly and urgently need to buy whatever the product is: mattresses, batteries, KFC. I am Pavlov’s dog.

~ So this Pavlov’s dog wants to wish you the happiest of Thanksgivings and thank you all for hanging out over here on my little sliver of the Net. You are all such a blessing to me! So eat up and have a wonderful holiday this weekend!