Blame the Mayflower
I have Thanksgivingitis.
It's like Senioritis only...with Thanksgiving. Oh, what? You were expecting depth? I've been completely useless for a good four days now. I keep thinking I should get a head start on those two major papers due shortly after break, but all I want to do is watch the Food Network. C'mon, how could I miss Battle Turkey in kitchen stadium? When I wiegh my options, turkey ice cream always trumps discussing Lucifer/trickster motifs in the short stories of Flanery O'Conner.
Is annyone else having this problem, or am I just an abnormally defective human being? Here is a snapshot of my largely ineffective life: On Saturday, I spent 55 minutes watching laundry dry. Seriously. It's not a metaphor like, "watching paint dry" or, "two Ukranian eggs in a soap chicken." (Whoever knows which masterwork I just referenced gets cake.) Nope. Pam and I put most of our laundry into two dryers and decided, afer 17 minutes of hoping somebody would unload another dryer in which I could dry the rest of my clothes, that climbing four flights of stairs wasn't really worth it when we'd just have to come back down in another 40 minutes. So, we waited. For an hour. Damn pilgrims.
Happy Thanksgiving guys. There are not words for how excited I am to see you all.
It's like Senioritis only...with Thanksgiving. Oh, what? You were expecting depth? I've been completely useless for a good four days now. I keep thinking I should get a head start on those two major papers due shortly after break, but all I want to do is watch the Food Network. C'mon, how could I miss Battle Turkey in kitchen stadium? When I wiegh my options, turkey ice cream always trumps discussing Lucifer/trickster motifs in the short stories of Flanery O'Conner.
Is annyone else having this problem, or am I just an abnormally defective human being? Here is a snapshot of my largely ineffective life: On Saturday, I spent 55 minutes watching laundry dry. Seriously. It's not a metaphor like, "watching paint dry" or, "two Ukranian eggs in a soap chicken." (Whoever knows which masterwork I just referenced gets cake.) Nope. Pam and I put most of our laundry into two dryers and decided, afer 17 minutes of hoping somebody would unload another dryer in which I could dry the rest of my clothes, that climbing four flights of stairs wasn't really worth it when we'd just have to come back down in another 40 minutes. So, we waited. For an hour. Damn pilgrims.
Happy Thanksgiving guys. There are not words for how excited I am to see you all.
posted by Caitlin at 7:56 AM
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