that some generous, good-humored soul has sent around the world on my behalf, telling most everyone with whom I interact to say something absolutely absurd, just so I’ll have something to laugh and blog about. Take for instance, my efforts to comply with my SIL’s suggestion that I bring steamed shrimp for appetizers tomorrow:
Him: King o’ the Ocean. Can I help you?
Me: Hi, I’d like to order three pounds of steamed shrimp, to pick up tonight.
Him: OK, what size?
Me: Um, large, I guess . . . depending on price . . . how much will that be?
Him: Ummm. . . I really couldn’t say, I’ll have to weigh them . . .
Me: Uh . . . I’m thinking they’ll weigh ’bout THREE POUNDS?
Him: OK, then, that’ll be $10.95 a pound.
Alrighty, then. Last Thanksgiving, I said that you all were the flowers in my bouquet. This year, I had not enough hand energy (or something like that) to do the graphics, but . . . well, it all started when I wasn’t able to go and buy Thanksgiving cards. I just couldn’t stand long enough to pick out cards.
::tangent::For some reason, WTF is more willing to allow me to walk than to just stand still.::end tangent::
So, anyhow, I felt especially bad about not sending my MIL a card, since she’s been through so much lately, BUT I did have the ingredients to (sit down and) mix up and bake her a little pumpkin spice cake. So that’s what I did. Her card was a cake.
And because all things in life relate somehow to blogging (what?), it occurred to me that even though I couldn’t make you a card like last year, I could share the cake. Sorta.
So, if my blog is a cake (work with me, here), you all are the nuts on top. (It sounded really nice in my head.)
U.S. Americans, enjoy your Thanksgiving! The rest of y’all, enjoy your tomorrow.