Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I'm grateful this year. In fact I'm so grateful I'm walking around my house singing this hymn. I want to do a special shout out to Cunning Runt at Little Bang Theory, who has a really lovely post up and who knew he was capable of just this kind of beauty? You surprise and impress us, dear.
But there are some blessings I'm going to turn down this year. Please add to this list in comments, if you wish. And of course I'm grateful for blogging and my readers and the friends I've made online and off this year. Love on all of you.
Blessings I'd rather not partake in:
1. Rachel Ray's Pumpkin Pie Martinis. Good lord. It's not like it's peanut butter and chocolate, Rachel. Just because each of them is good (sorry Sandy Underpants, I happen to like Pumpkin Pie) does not mean they will be double-plus good together. And if this isn't a gateway drink for young people, I don't know what is.
2. Paula Dean's Fried Macaroni and Cheese Balls. It's not just the "deep-fried coronary on a stick" quality I can't handle. It's the idea that hand-formed balls of macaroni and cheese are sitting on a piece of waxed paper in my refrigerator while I sleep, and each little mac and cheese ball knows I'm giving them the boiling oil treatment on the morrow. Everyone knows what happens if they get out.
3. This tree. Okay, someone with a design department of their very own took the "Whos down in Whoville Christmas" a little too seriously. What looks good in a Dr. Zeuss children's classic usually does not ever look good in your house.