Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Come on, Shar! We've got to keep this thing going while PK is technology deficient. It's just like when my officemate went away for two weeks and made me water the arboretums-worth of plants that he's brought into the office and I was all afraid that they'd all be dead and withered when he got back. So we've got to water this here blog, or PK will get back to find it shriveled and dying and I think we both know full well that hell hath no fury like a ficemook scorned.
So I propose the following subject: worst Thanksgiving ever. Mine was when my family was living in Alaska and my dad brought home a co-worker of his and his 13-year-old son because the rest of their family was away for the holiday. It was a nice gesture, and at first, the co-worker was every bit the charming, colorful Texan. But then he got sloppy drunk and became every bit the loud-mouthed, off-colorful Texan. Worst scene: his son painfully trying to get his blitzed dad not to drive home only to have his dad say to him—in front of my whole family, mind you—"You shut up and get your fat ass in the car." Hey! Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! That year, I was most thankful for him leaving and not killing anyone on the way home.
Runner up is last year, when I ate so much that I lay on my bed in utter pain, thinking of the story of the British model who literally ate herself to death, thinking that I was surely about to suffer the same fate. Note to self: ONE helping this year.
So I propose the following subject: worst Thanksgiving ever. Mine was when my family was living in Alaska and my dad brought home a co-worker of his and his 13-year-old son because the rest of their family was away for the holiday. It was a nice gesture, and at first, the co-worker was every bit the charming, colorful Texan. But then he got sloppy drunk and became every bit the loud-mouthed, off-colorful Texan. Worst scene: his son painfully trying to get his blitzed dad not to drive home only to have his dad say to him—in front of my whole family, mind you—"You shut up and get your fat ass in the car." Hey! Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! That year, I was most thankful for him leaving and not killing anyone on the way home.
Runner up is last year, when I ate so much that I lay on my bed in utter pain, thinking of the story of the British model who literally ate herself to death, thinking that I was surely about to suffer the same fate. Note to self: ONE helping this year.
