a Blog post! Oh Good, miss hobbit's not Dead

So. It's Thanksgiving.

True story so far.

So far, so good.

I feel like I ought to write something...thanksgiving-ish. Or something.

I usually start these posts with some kind of idea of what I'm going to say. This time that's all I've got: "It's Thanksgiving." So Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll.

Let's just start somewhere...

My husband's family is here for Thanksgiving. Aunts and uncles and cousins. We all enjoyed a hearty Thanksgiving meal together at about 1:00. When it was over we cleaned everything up. And when everything was washed and put away we began wandering around the house, around each other, wondering what to do next.
Black Friday shopping is tonight, you know, so it's not like anyone could go home. Not yet.

That's where we are now. Some are watching T.V. or puttering around with kids (my baby is asleep, so I'm off the hook for a little while) and leafing through catalogs, thinking about what they're going to buy tonight.

My husband and I are going to have a post-Thanksgiving celebration with my family tomorrow. My family has no money to speak of, so there won't be any talk about shopping or Black Friday. Instead, we'll eat and probably spend the rest of the day avoiding dishes, telling stories and playing games.

Yeah. It's different.

I wish I could get a card game started upstairs, but no one seems interested.
So I'm blogging instead.

I know this post should be full of "I'm grateful for"s and "Thank you"s, but I'm sure you've met your gratitude quota from Facebook by now. Sorry for the non-holiday-on-a-holiday post.
I hope we can still be friends.
Now go get you some pumpkin pie.

A List, For list-Lovers

I was out grocery shopping today and I realized that our car is filthy.

It was my husband's car before we got married. I had my own car, but it was relinquished from me under most unfortunate circumstances (which is the end of that story). So now it's our car, but I consider the general chaos and disorder of the interior to be his mess. Mainly because I'm insanely particular about things being in their proper place and knowing where all my stuff is at all times (I lent out a DVD and two books to three different people weeks ago and it still wakes me up at night when I try to remember who has what) so I don't typically leave random things behind in the car.

At this moment, the following items are kickin' it in our car, and I have no idea why:

• a 25 year old ragged and torn towel
• a coupon book that is so torn apart, it's more of a loose-leaf coupon collection
• two spoons
• a silk handkerchief
• a keyboard belonging to an Apple computer
• a Microsoft computer mouse
• a roll of red electrical tape
• wire cutters
• my husband's Jedi lightsaber, which broke on Halloween when he wore it to school

He keeps saying he's going to clean it out, but it never happens. Which means I'm going to have to do it. Which means it may or may not get done within the next decade. Guess I'd better start getting comfortable with that random keyboard in there...