November 25th, 2005
The day after Thanksgiving is my personal favorite part of this holiday. No cooking, no dishes, most of the annoying relations have gone home. All that remains is: shopping and leftovers.
How fan-freaking-tastic is that? Seriously!
Unfortunately, by the end of the weekend, I’m sick of turkey sandwiches, turkey soup, turkey hash, turkey bake, etc. And I’m even ready to drop-kick the relatives that I actually like who stayed all weekend. Picture scary fluffy-bunny slipper wearing Crystal waving a stripped wishbone in one hand and a dirty frying pan in the other, screaming “Out! Out! Damn Spot! And don’t come back!”
(PS- Just for the record, I don’t really own fluffy-bunny slippers)
