LIVE … from Petalllll, Mississippiiiiii … it’s the IJSM Road Show!
[Making entries with someone reading over your shoulder is, indeed, rather weird. Doug’s laughing as I write this. It’s … ethereal.]
Anyway, the drive was fine. My grandmother didn’t drive me up the wall, and I got to meet my new aunt and step … cousin? Blech. I hate trying to figure out familial relation terms. I don’t know a first cousin thrice removed from a fourth cousin … oh hell. [Can someone find a resource on that etiquette crap of familial relations? Please? Garh!]
I guess I better motivate towards the shower and get ready to drive out to the country, where Ray and Sheila live. Don’t know who all will be there, but hey.
And Doug just flipped it to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Raise your hand if, like me, you hate the MTDP? Thanks, both of you. I’ve hated it my entire life, and I’m sure as hell not going to pretend to like it just because it’s in NYC and all that’s happened there. Yeesh. It’s commercialism at its worst, and I mean, Santa appears in it. I mean, shouldn’t he be busting his ass up at the North Pole making toys? The world’s population ain’t gettin’ any smaller, yo!
[I’m ranting on Thanksgiving morning. I must be one ungrateful fool. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.]