Let me tell you something. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving is also a shopping hell. I will never do that again.
Snort. No, my inner nationality is not Canadian. I’m not really that nice.
I went shopping on Black Friday once accidentally. I wasn’t even thinking about what day it was. I didn’t realize what I had done until I walked in the store. I will never make that mistake again.
I might be a little cranky right now.
Oh look. It’s snowing.
I think I’ll just get started on this cake.
pins pins pins pins and needles
Sifting is a special kind of torture.
Shit. I just totally ripped that fingernail right off.
That guy really likes the word “espouse”. I wonder if it makes him feel really smart when he uses it or something.
Take a nap, Tiny Time Lord.
Atrocious behavior. What are you accomplishing? Nothing but destruction.
I think you might have missed the joke of the photo.
Usually when someone says “So this is happening” it’s to be coyish and downplay something cool. I think you’re doing it wrong.
I probably should not eat more of that fritter, no matter how delicious it is.
My new zen.
I dunno. They probably won’t even like this cake.
Michigan is most grateful for electricity. That’s on account of we’re always losing it in the stormy weather.
I don’t know why I’m in a bad mood. I just am.
Actually, Santa …
People get awful excited about Thanksgiving. I think Thanksgiving needs a good old fashioned Buffy the Vampire Slayer Stakesgiving Day marathon.
No, really. We all know what you were doing. You’re just embarrassed that you were called out on it. But whatever.
I keep forgetting it’s Wednesday.
One more thing before you go, Santa …
I don’t think we’re putting up a tree this year. Stormageddon is like a cat with opposable thumbs.
I have weird hair right this minute. That is a fact.
I might need some type of slouchy beanie. I’ll have to add that to the list of “to be knitted”.
I’m sorry you zested your knuckle, judith.
More beer, wench. More beer.