I guess I just kept pushing it to the back of the line, but I have some serious cooking to do for Thanksgiving, and when I sat down today to make a list I had a slight panic attack that it’s Tuesday. This leaves me one day to cook!
We have Thanksgiving on Thursday with B’s family and on Friday with my family, and I am cooking a few things for both. So tomorrow I am making Nanaimo Bars, lemon pie, apple pie, baked artichokes, stuffing and an apple sauce to go over brie.
Like I said, SHIT.
On a related (I swear) note, I have been out of birth control pills for a couple of days. Obviously this isn’t cause for great panic at the Swan household. I take them not to control birth, but to try to keep the endometriosis at bay. The way that is done is to take them without a break, so you don’t have any periods. My doctor had mentioned that once or twice a year you might want to let yourself have a period just for a break, so when I ran out and was too lazy to go the pharmacy I thought, well, I will just do the break thing.
What was I thinking? The first period in a year? THANKSGIVING WEEK?
Yeah, let’s take a week where you are grocery shopping in stores that are in full apocalypse mode, a week full of extended family and in-laws and cooking right until the last second and driving balancing a bunch of dishes and then doing a bunch of dishes. That is an awesome week for it.
So yesterday I got my hair done and came home and told B that it was the worst hair cut ever and soooo ugly and I hated having dark hair and now I am all pale and vampire-like but not in a good way and what the fuck is that smell? Do the dogs smell that bad? If I was at someone’s house and it smelled like this I would leave, or AT LEAST talk about them as soon as we got to the car. MOTHERFUCKER THAT SMELLS SO BAD. Are you hungry? I’m starving! God my hair is so stupid. I’m not kidding you if you don’t find and destroy that smell I will BURN THIS HOUSE DOWN.
Or something like that.
Anyway B stood up and said, “I am going to the pharmacy right now to get your pills, and when I get back you are going to take two.” As usual, his clear headed thinking averted a full meltdown. Can you imagine the girl a couple paragraphs up baking all those pies in one day?
Wait, don’t answer that. I’m only one day into the pill pack.
I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut 
Sounds like when I’ve forgotten to take my Zoloft for a day or two. Jamie “kindly” reminds me that with all that’s going on, it may have slipped my mind to take my pills. : )
And…I double up on Zoloft often!! Thanksgiving week, Christmas week, random weeks!!!
Yeah, I didn’t really think that it would be such a drastic mood thing, but I was WRONG.
I really hope you are bringing some of those Nanaimo bars to my house. I saw the picture and my mouth started watering. Then I giggled and said to myself, I have been to Nanaimo. ? I don’t know. Makes you feel part of the culture I guess.
I think your hair is lovey. And you don’t look any pastier then the rest of the Oregorians.
Is the apple sauce for our house too? Dad is making brie with cranberries in phyllo dough. This is going to be the yummiest Thanksgiving ever.
I love you friend! This post brought a familiar smile to my face today. I love B too, he is such the man for you.
P.S. You can stand next to me this weekend and feel like a Polynesian Princess by comparison.
Hello there!!!! Happy Thanksgiving!! .!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Thanksgiving is 1 of my favorite holidays, and each year I like to get into the mood-extend the holiday, since it were-by reading “Thanksgiving novels.” Of course, those stories are mostly about family, about coming together to heal old hurts and showing thanks for the gift of love. .. .. :
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