Friendsgiving was awesome. There was deep-fried turkey and a million starchy side dishes, A Christmas Story on TV, and Rock Band 2 on Pete’s gigantic projection screen. We left a little after midnight, when Adam fell asleep on the couch.
Today is all about cleaning (our house is currently very shiny), knitting, and hoping the Vikings don’t hand Detroit their first win of the season. It’s not looking good!
*Kristina told me last night that Dirty Sunday is the feeling you get when you wake up from a nap at 3pm on a Sunday, and you see all the dust floating around in the disappearing sunlight, and the house smells like pot roast.
I told her that I’m vegetarian, and I don’t nap. Dirty Sunday is lost on me.