Happy Turkey Day!

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. Mostly because it hasn't been Hallmarked to death. It's just a nice day off with the family. And lots, and lots, and lots of food. Somehow, even though I have lived through 22 Thanksgivings, I still manage to stuff myself to the point of sickness. The intense desire to vomit hits spontaneously, I will be in the middle of finishing off my potatoes and WHAM I'll get smacked with nausea.

I wish the feeling would build gradually so I could have some warning that my stomach was approaching full capacity, but noo. I am just not that lucky.

I am also really bad about the whole "thankful" aspect of the holiday. There is delicious food sitting less than a foot away, why would I waste time talking about what I am thankful for when I could better spend that time cramming food down my face?

On a completely unrelated note. I want to smack myself. My sister has an Amazon Prime account, which allows up to four people to use the same account. Well, thanks to her, I have an Amazon Prime account now. Not that it does me any freaking good. Amazon Prime is only good because it comes with "free" two-day shipping. They do not do weekend deliveries, so when I order stuff on Thursday night I don't get it until Monday.

Tuesday I ordered some stuff, completely forgetting that Thursday was considered a holiday.

Now I wont be able to see what happens in the second season of Whitecollar until Monday. (I have a wedding I am going to this weekend. I leave tomorrow morning around four a.m.)

You are allowed to feel sorry for the ungodly hour I am waking up to get to my best friends wedding. Pitying is allowed, so are presents.