It’s allllllmost Thanksgiving!!!! I’m going to eat turkey soooooooooooooon!!!
But before I embark on this blissful weekend of stuffing my face and being thankful for all I have, first…I must confess.
I confess…that I may be among the few, but I’m a little pissed off at the forecast for this weekend. Sunny & HOT – all.weekend.long. Yes, up here in the frigid North. Forgive me, but Thanksgiving is for warm sweaters and scarves and vests and breaking out the long-johns. NOT for tanks, shorts, and flip flops. My mom is already bitching about cooking a turkey in this heat.
Let’s just hope she doesn’t decide to do this…
I confess…that I’m a littler nervous about “falling off the wagon” this weekend. I’m soooo looking forward to that turkey dinner, but I’m afraid it will totally de-rail my healthy-eating ways. I feel like I’m walking a very fine line; that with one wrong move, I will be stuffing my face with poutine and cheeseburgers again. Daily. It could happen.
I confess…that I had no inspiration yesterday, nor any time to put together a fun and witty post. So instead I put up a bunch of pictures of Sheldon Cooper and called it a “blog post”. Lame. I’m so glad some of you are Big Bang fans, though!!!
I confess…that an email from a friend this morning sent me for a bit of a loop. She shared news about an acquaintance of ours. Verryyy disturbing news. It’s given me the heebie jeebies. I mean, I once recited Dr. Seuss with this guy, now I found out he’s a bit of creep-o. Yikes.
I confess…that I’M SO EXCITED FOR TUB RAVE TOMORROW!!!!
I confess…I wasn’t confident I would survive Night 1 back at Zumba last night, my first night back since the early summer. But it was so much fun. And I didn’t feel like I was dying by the end of it. Awesome.
I confess…that I’m entirely nervous about serving my homemade lasagna to the office staff at lunch today. I have no idea why, since I’ve made it for them before and they requested I make it again. But I’m just so worried they will curl up their noses and say, “Blech.”
I confess…that I have a fear of rejection. Can you tell?
I confess…that I’m a little disgruntled that I have to wait until Monday for my turkey. Monday. MONDAY. Being the only single kid in the family sucks ass. While the rest of them are gallivanting all over the countryside having multiple turkeys with their significant others’ families, I’m stuck waiting. It blows.
I confess…that I’m so so so so so tired of being single. *sigh*
I confess…that the whining is now officially done. I’m ready to soak up this fun weekend, reflect on all that I do have to be grateful for, and eat turkey. It’s going to taste damn.good by the time I get mine.
Go link up with Mamarazzi and get your confessions out there.
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian pals, and enjoy your weekend everyone!!
TURKEY LURKEY GOBBLA GOBBLA!!!