The only reason I am enduring yet another stupid Thanksgiving with my father's relatives is because MOM bribed me with two little words that I cannot ignore:
HOT.
TUB.
Yes, m'dears, she promised us three kids that if we came along on the terrible suffering that is Thanksgiving (again), she would get us a hotel room with a hot tub in the hotel.
So that's why we caved.
Again.
We're taking the dogs along (can't leave them alone for two days) and Anna will be here late tonight. Sara will be joining up with us tomorrow night.
I'm bringing my portable DVD player (with accompanying DVD's) and my Shakespeare book (recall when I got that back in the spring?) and audio to go with that. No getting ignored for me this year, no way. I have solved my problem of getting ignored:
I IGNORE THEM RIGHT BACK.
HA!
TAKE THAT, YOU SCALAWAGS! YOU RUFFIANS!
EN GARDE!
Anyway, I am still waiting to find out if A) I am in school again B) if I am going to be published. Anna's present is coming now-I got the e-mail that it's on the way.
Of course, I already had to warn the presentee that her Christmas present is coming and she had better not TOUCH the package coming from the mail person. If they'd just sent it last week this wouldn't have been a problem. I'm going to be locking myself in the bedroom to wrap this present so that she doesn't SEE it. At least I have all the others wrapped up already. This is the LAST ONE. Then I'm all set for Christmas a month from now.
Not much else here. The dogs are packed, I'm packed, Mom's packed, Anna's coming with Dad and so here we go.
Ta,
Bec
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