Confessions

Hello all! It's Thanksgiving Eve. What better way to spend it than sharing a little time with Madonna. I've invited a few of her backup dancers over for Turkey Day brunch, hoping they can make it so I can serve the fritatta on their abs. Seeing as we're confessing I will admit to a very tragic day yesterday. You see, on Monday I drank too many Moscow Mules (vodka, ginger beer, twist of lime) so on Tuesday I crawled out of bed around 11ish - and went right to the couch where I layed around all day watching the tube and drowsing. I don't get hangovers very often, but when I get one, I usually feel like crap all day. Luckily, I kept the stomach empty so I did not get sick. Just felt like a dozen pack mules were dancing inside my skull. And, seeing the confessions are pouring out, I might as well admit that the ex called to invite TJ and I to Thanksgiving dinner. At first, it was going to be at his sister's place on the coast. In that case, we wouldn't have been able to go, as TJ works in retail so he's working very late tonight, and he'll be working early Friday am. But, then plans changed and the ex is staying in town. So, as we really didn't have big plans and I don't feel like cooking a big dinner this year, I called today and told him we'll be coming over. I'm sure it will be fine. I am just a very emotional person and holidays are especially sensitive times for me, so I will just have to make sure we don't have too much one-on-one time. And, I will make sure to keep the wine drinking to a minimum. So, while I'm watching Madge I'm baking a beautiful pumpkin torte to bring along. We also picked up a nice bottle of Australian Chardonnay. We're all set.