The Giving of Thanks

So Turkey day came…we spent the morning at the grandma’s…with much playing and eating. We made some chocolate covered strawberries for them.

Then we headed to J.’s friends house. We separated into girls and guys groups for almost the whole night (the guys even sat at the kid’s table while the kid’s sat in front of the TV and the girls went to the dining room).

On Friday, the pooh bunny and I spent some time together then I took her to the dad’s. Apparently her step-sis got nearly 1000$ in new gaming equipment. That explains the last two bounced checks. Sigh…Aia wants some now too….I did the next best thing…got her a new AC adapter for her DS and a new game. She wasn’t so thrilled about the new game…except that it has cute sheep…but she was happy for the adapter.

J. took me out to dinner on Friday…it was very nice. The Briarwood was beautiful, with excellent food. I would love to go back next year. You only get to choose an entree…the appetizers are served when you sit down. You get a choice of two salads and dessert comes in tiny bits on a three tiered platter. You get to take them home since there is no way to finish them there.

Saturday and Sunday were mostly cleaning days. We had the Write-a-Thon which was excellent. I sucked though but I took a lot of breaks to answer meetup and nano mail that had piled up.

That should be it for now. I’ve got a birthday party to plan for Aia.

52 Stories
Outline: Dreamfire
Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?
Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
The Village






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