so apparently turkey day is like this coming thursday. i can’t even say “next thursday” anymore, because as of yesterday, turkey day is now LESS than a week a way.

i’m not ready. it’s ok. we’re having magoo’s auntie amy and uncle steveo over and it’ll be great.

but i don’t cook… well. at all.

meh. we’ll see what happens. the good friends are all my tunnel vision is focused on at the moment.

good friends are needed in so many places right now, like here.

friend, acquaintance, whatever… please keep this family in your thoughts, prayers, mind… they need it all… and they deserve it all. this family is a family of warriors, not just fighters… warriors.

warriors… vampires… i get a hot date with my hot hub tomorrow night to go see hot vampires (yes, i’m talking about New Moon)… and yes, i’m all hot and bothered by it all… but i love it. a date! like a real date… out in public.

most of the time our dates consist of sitting on the couch and watching Top Chef while drinking good beer. and i love that too. but it’ll be nice to wear makeup and go OUT somewhere.

i haven’t worn makeup in over 9 days. like none. not even under-eye concealer.

meh.

i need to spend time this weekend writing and working on the book. it’s both a daunting and awesome task.

my new ink is itching at the moment. need to lube that up with some lotion. peeling is done, which is great, so technically it’s healed… but such new skin needs lube.

hahaha… “lube.” *snort*

i miss my family. i don’t like thinking of not having turkey with them next week. i do not like that at all. i do not, would not like it sam i am. (magoo is reading dr. seuss right now.)

magoo is still obsessed with red’s dog hair and finding it in all corners of the apartment… the apartment that currently has 6 cracks in the master bedroom, bathroom and closet that leak with each drop of rain we get. but this has been going on for 3 weeks now, so we’re used to the whole “move the furniture, place buckets and towels” thing.

back to the dog hair… at least now the magoo will take his treasured dog hair and dust bunnies and place them in the garbage can, like we’ve worked so hard to teach him… sometimes… other times, he runs away with said dog hair and tries to eat it.

gross.

speaking of gross, i gotta go… poop.

happy fighting friggin friday. hug your loves… tight.