Sunday, December 1, 2013

Thanksgiving Aftermath...

I should start at the beginning. Seeing as I had to work on Black Friday, my Thanksgiving started on Wednesday, with my beloved sister coming to pick me up. Now I could have driven myself down but I chose not to, and I will give you a list as to why.
  1. My car is old
  2. My car is leaking oil from the head gasket
  3. My check engine light keeps coming on
  4. I'm lazy
 So there you have it, the grand total of reasons I chose not to drive myself. My sister is probably reading this and either laughing or plotting my death. I will now interject here with a message

"Love you Koala Bear" 

Moving on, my sister came to pick me up, and I loaded her car with all of my storage containers and boxes. Why you ask, because as I am getting divorced, I'm moving out. Not much else occured other thank we drove to CT and had super awesome sister time... or we would have had our youngest sister (hereto referred to as Baby Brat) invited her boyfriend over. I will say here that I have no problem with her boyfriend, but sister time is sister time and that means NO BOYS!!!!!!!!! 

Thanksgiving was great, saw my family, met my cousin's new girlfriend, and had some great food and wine. Yes wine, my aunt is now making her own... which in the wrong context makes her sound like a drunk which is something she is most definitely NOT. After dinner, dessert and family laughter and torment, we returned back to my mother's, by way of my grandmothers (to connect her new laptop to the wifi), and Walgreens Pharmacy (so I could purchase hair dye). My sister dyed my hair for me, (I'm horrifically bad at it and tend to miss giant chunks of hair leaving me with a very splotchy dye job), and got this lovely purpley red all over me and mom's kitchen. In fact her exact words about the back of my neck were "Holy Shit, it looks like a zombie bite". I'm sad that there are no pictures.

There we have it, most of my Thanksgiving. I'm not telling the rest simply because it's just boring shit, like we drove to her and then here and then here...you know logistical shit that nobody cares about!

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