Did you know that Thanksgiving is next week? Well, Thanksgiving is next week. I'm not doing anything crazy this Thanksgiving, like running a race or driving 896 hours to DC, because I'm working the day after Thanksgiving. I'm OK with this (no, I'm not fuckshitdamn). I am, however, attempting the unimaginable. I'm cooking something for Thanksgiving dinner.
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Alright, FINE, I'm only making the green bean casserole. And for some reason my mom already bought all the ingredients, so I just have to go over and mix them all together. I realize green bean casserole is like, the easiest thing EVER to make, but last time I asked if I could make anything, I was put in charge of bringing the rolls. Bring them I did, and they were delicious, but I wanted a bit more responsibility this year, especially since I will most likely end up eating at least half of the mashed potatoes.
Speaking of food, I forgot it's the time of year where I eat nonstop. Crap. Like, yesterday, we had a carry in for someone's birthday. I brought macaroni salad (bought, not made), and there were deviled eggs and appetizers and fruit and BBQ chicken and OH MY GOD the best broccoli cheese soup I have ever had in my entire life. Today my boss is ordering pizza for lunch and I'm going to try and avoid it since I had pizza for dinner last night, but if it's really good pizza, I'm not sure I'll be able to. There are also leftover bagels and muffins that we stole from the IT department's meeting yesterday. What, it's not like they were going to eat it. They don't even eat. They survive on coffee and cigarettes.
My point is, I picked a bad week to forget to work out. (Forget, heh.) So I should probably do that tonight. And tomorrow. And then it's the weekend, so all bets are off, because my friends will be here and, this is just a guess, but I think they'll want to do all manner of unhealthy things, what with the eating good food and drinking good booze and . . . that's pretty much it. I'll barely have time to sleep, let alone work out. Please. Priorities, people.
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They're making you work the day after Thanksgiving?! What a bunch of balls.
Listen, do you want me to forge you a doctor's note? Because I totally will.
Seriously, if they are making you work the day after Thanksgiving, you should be lining your pockets with free pizza (well, maybe not your pockets...).
Eating non-stop is awesome.
didn't we make green bean casserole from scratch last year? (and by "we," i mean heather anne or abigail, because i think you were still driving your 896 hours.)
Vahid, yes, please!
mg! OK, it's decided . . . I'm at least taking some pizza home with me.
kat! I think it was Abigail. All I did was peel some potatoes and tear up some lettuce. Hee.
yes, last year i made green bean casserole from scratch. it took a very long time. i think i did it all my self, but i had to ask kat a couple times for direction.
me: did i ever tell you about the time i made green bean casserole FROM SCRATCH?
her: like.. you cooked the green beans?
me: no, like I MADE MUSHROOM SOUP. FROM SCRATCH.
I'm still impressed.
I am so excited for Thanksgiving '09 I can hardly wait! Promise me you won't have to work the Friday after, mkay?
Also, I'm just putting this out there so everyone knows: in my kitchen, whatever Kat says goes. (I'm even sending my knives in for re-sharpening next August so they'll be perfect when she gets here.) So, all I'm saying is if she wants you to make the smashed potatoes, you'll make the smashed potatoes, or whatever. I don't care if you think you can't cook, Kat knows best.
Do I really have to wait another whole year and a week? Dammit.
Also also, working out is over-rated. Seriously.
I could eat deviled eggs for sixty zillion hours in a row and never get sick of them. True.story.
Me too. Deviled eggs are the food of the gods.
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