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So people, how was your Thanksgiving? Mine was good although my house looks like a nuclear device went off in it. Of course, I have W(h)ine with Lynn here on Wednesday (which is actually today since I’m posting it for that day) and that means it’s time to clean up!
My porch is mostly done so I’ve been attempting to get it a bit put together because the weather is supposed to be nice and people might go outside. At any rate, because I live with a second guesser it’s going a bit slowly.
Just yesterday I brought home some lanterns and Kevin didn’t particularly care for them but I convinced him that we should keep them. But, he pointed out that the patina on the small and large one was “different” and that the vase stuck out a billionth of an inch on the larger one.
Meanwhile I had been staring at it for hours and of course, I never noticed that.
Anyway, I went back to the store and exchanged them and now it’s all-good.
So back to Thanksgiving.
Kevin made his annual “Vermont Apple Crisp” with the kids. They all have their jobs and as per usual, Keely fucked hers up. Seriously, a few years ago she accidentally put salt in instead of sugar and as you can imagine THAT batch was thrown out. This year, she didn’t discover her problem until after the entire thing was baked. Yeah she used 3 teaspoons instead of 3 “½ teaspoons” so the topping had twice as much salt. Then she told me it was MY FAULT since I hadn’t noticed. First, I’m not even supposed to be involved in the Apple Crisp and second the only reason I was EVEN in there was because I was getting out a new box of brown sugar for Daniel. Somehow I was supposed to notice that she had a tsp in her hand and NOT a half tsp???
Needless to say it wasn’t the most popular dessert but we did have a good laugh over it. Keely said “I’m a writer, not a mathematician” although I do remember her bragging what a great mathematician she was in high school so basically, that’s convenient.
Also Keely decided to go with her friends to the Deb ball at the last minute, which meant running out to find a long dress and borrowing my shoes. Oh, we don’t wear the same size so that’s always interesting as well.
Other then that Tucker was completely out of sorts and pooped in the house 4 times in 3 days.
I continue to wait for my doctor’s appointment for my back and it’s fucking freezing outside.
That’s my life; hope you’re doing well.