Do you remember...

The Freshman Fifteen "Lame Thanksgiving" show was awesome. I love a capella, or at least a capella that makes me laugh. Although I might have been the only one to know their last song was "Jump" by the Pointer Sisters. (I listen to the "Love Actually" soundtrack way too much.) Sigh...what a good weekend. Panera, wine and Johnny Depp on Friday; football, Potbellys and Freshman Fifteen on Saturday. Tomorrow (or today, technically) working like a dog? Probably so. But I got much note carding done today, so it's a step in the right direction. And this was an amazingly good weekend. Probably the best yet here? It's up there.

Oh, and apparently Clive Owen is in Chicago. But don't worry, I'm not going to start actually stalking him. Because that would be wrong. Right?

And now, perhaps it's bedtime. While listening to Christmas music. (I sleep so much earlier on weekends here.) Can't wait to be home Tuesday night. Trying to avoid family gatherings, but the tables have turned on me again. I will see friends as much as possible Wednesday, but I might have to visit strange relatives on Thursday through Sunday. Which is unacceptable, I know! I'm very mad myself. It's not like I'm going to master all 1000 relatives' names or suddenly start sending them Christmas cards. I'm not the family-ties type. I want to spend Thanksgiving with limited extended family while they argue about politics and I get shocked by how old my cousins have gotten. I don't want to meet people who I won't see again for 5 or 6 years and who don't give a fuck about me. Ugh...

So I'm TRYING (especially for you, Noura). But my mother gets in these must-see-relatives-who-don't-even-like-us-much-because-we-don't-live-in-North-Carolina moods. (Lot of hyphens, sorry.) If nothing else, I might be able to get back Saturday night to fill Sunday morning and afternoon with friends goodness?