Thanksgiving 2012

Am dying. Sinuses. Tried flushing the evil out of them with creepy saline rinse - was promised relief, got three days of sneezing salt water.

Despite this, THANKSGIVING. Which I love. With people I love. More of them in one place this year than in years past.

I fed the people cinnamon buns and mimosas while they played with birds and electronics.

My turkey was laughable, and weighed less than the cat. We ate the entire thing, and felt very accomplished. Next year, will go shopping sooner than two days beforehand, and beat those other greedy consumers off the 24lb birds - using the 12lb bird I ended up with.

I prepped the cousins on etiquette beforehand, and everyone got through the feast with minimal sucking-cup-onto-face-edness.

Now it is officially Christmas season, and I can stop pretending like I haven't already been listening to Baby it's Cold Outside for the past 2 weeks.

The only version of this song that doesn't sound like a date-rape ballad.