|Mom, a Mimosa and Me|
The mimosas- whatever. Mom's fantastic peanut butter cookies- gone. The 8 pound turkey breast they roasted was reduced to a couple of leftover meals and a pot of stock. I was hoping to get a crack at that carcass at some point, but woe is me, it was not to be (damn these 13 year old kidneys). Homemade turkey vegetable soup's on the menu one of these nights, I hear. All that mattered to me was that I got to relax. Pretty much like every other day. I guess every day is a holiday for me. I suppose I'm thankful for that.
|Me, Me and Me|