Thursday, November 28, 2013


I am writing this post-Thanksgiving while in my food coma.

Not only do I have a food baby (that I am patting with love) but I think it may be twins.

I woke up this morning, weighed myself, and then did not eat anything until the big meal.  Afterward, I weighed myself, and I was about 4.6 pounds heavier than in the morning.  And then I ate some pie and ice cream.

Take THAT, Thanksgiving!  I win, again!

I contributed my annual mashed potatoes, opening of the cranberry sauce can, and reminded my mom that turkey needs to be roasted to 165 degrees (F).  While helping, my parents asked if I could help around the house.

Apparently, their cable remote wasn't responding anymore.  "It's a scam!" said my Dad.  "They want to charge $50 to come fix it after we were on the phone."

"Old people!" I responded, jokingly.  "Thinks anything wrong with technology is a scam; but really you just did something wrong."

My dad handed me the remote, and no 10 seconds I had it fixed.  Maybe less.  (He had the tv on the tv input instead of AV2.)  "Old people!" I said again.  My mom laughed.  Then I fixed the CD player in about 3 minutes.

"How did you do that?!" asked my dad.

"It's that college education."

Not really.  :)

Okay.  I'm tired.  And full.  And my food baby is kicking.

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!

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