Passing For Normal

Hey, you! How are you and Jane this Thanksgiving evening? I am STILL kind of full from the feast at the parental homestead. Oh my lord, the ecstasy that is homemade chicken gravy! Also, my mother makes one heck of a pumpkin pie. I brought the green Jello/pineapple salad, the brussels sprouts and the pinot noir. So tasty - except my father likes his sprouts cooked mushy, which is not my favorite way to go (I stir-fry mine in butter and garlic), but they were really fresh, so that helped considerably. Pfff. Parents. Whaddya gonna do?

Dad officially confessed that he'd like to get a dog, but won't, because he and Ma like to dash off on short adventures and they don't want to have to leave a dog behind. My offer to dog-sit was appreciated, but did not sway the argument. I got this close to being auntie to a bouncy Springer Spaniel, or maybe a jaunty little King Charles. Some sort of spaniel, anyway. I honestly would not have cared which. Poop. Give young Jane some extra scritches from me, will ya? :)