... sorry about that whole not-blogging-for-a-week thing. I've been very busy making lists, which always gives me a false sense of control over my life. My to-do lists are absolutely massive because I like to put stuff like wake up and change underwear so that i have several things I can easily
mark through, thus making me feel more productive. My mama always told me that everyone lives in their own reality (yeah, she's a hippie too) and in my own reality, I am hard-working and productive (and skinny).
Does anybody still remember that tired old Thanksgiving shiz we pulled last week? If you haven't already moved on to Christmas, I am happy to report that I had a gay old time (only less gay, more old) in Smalltown, Mississippi. I went to The Wal-Mart one day and this is what I saw in the parking lot:
Oh yeah, that's right. And then I walked inside The Wal-Mart and saw this:
... and I thought how good it was to be home. I can't even find a ham hock to make decent green beans up here (just kidding ... I don't cook. But if I did, I wouldn't be able to find a ham hock)
But I mostly spent my T-Day with My Little Thug Baby Nephew. I had to wear a mask when I first met him just to get past his security detail (apparently The Chirrens Garcia are little germ farms):
... but I didn't care. Hell, I should probably wear a mask all the time to protect the world from my foul mouth.
And then my brother-in-law brought me Thanksgiving lunch a day early and it was awesome. You could taste the butter in every bite (which actually is how I cook on the rare occasions I do):
And over the course of Nanny Garcia's Mississippi Homecoming, I was able to force feed My Little Thug Baby Nephew enough formula that he got his first (of many, hopefully) baby double chin!!!!! Please see below and then write obligatory comments about how cute he is. Thanks, The Management.