I forgot to check the mail yesterday, so when I got home from church I went to the mailbox. It was just junk, but I actually glanced at the one of the envelopes, and it was addressed to "Christopher Shaker." For some reason, we thought that was really funny and we decided if we ever have to change our name (you know, for the witness protection program or something) then we will be The Shakers. Chris, Amanda, and Brooks Shaker. Nice, huh? We are so silly. This is what too much school does to people. Oh well.
After church we went to O'Charley's. Chris hates chain restaurants. My throat is getting sore (the sinus drainage is also messing with my vertigo a little, yuck), and I wanted some potato soup. It was good. Next we went to the dreaded Walmart. I am in charge of desserts for Thanksgiving. For my family, I am making pumpkin cheesecake cupcakes, chocolate peanut butter fudge, chocolate chip cookies, and maybe chocolate pizza. Mom wanted finger-food desserts because most of the time people are too full for several slices of pie/cake/cookies. Bite-size is good if you want to try one of everything. We are eating lunch with my family. Thanksgiving afternoon we will head to Sipsey-ville for dinner. The leftover desserts will likely come with us. I am making a buttercream spice cake to take to Mawmaw's house. I will post a picture later because it is going to be beautiful!!!
Some prayer requests:
Chris's mom is having surgery tomorrow in Jasper.
My Nana is having lung surgery Tuesday in Jacksonville, Florida.
My Pawpaw (dad's dad) is having surgery Wednesday.
Wednesday Chris has a test.
A closing thought:
What we're really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving? ~Erma Bombeck, "No One Diets on Thanksgiving," 26 November 1981
And confidential to my good friend pregomego: I hope that you can enjoy Thanksgiving without getting sick just thinking about it.
1 comment:
I made brown-sugar brownies today and had to cook them for 10 (maybe 15?) minutes longer than the 20 minutes that the recipe said, and I'm still not sure that they're actually done, but I sure do keep eating them...
And I am trying to not think too hard about it. I was pretty mad because the only thing I requested for the menu was greenbean casserole but I got overruled because "not everybody likes that" because Teresa wanted Granny to just cook some canned home-grown green beans, but little does she know that the green beans Granny has are rattlesnake beans that somebody else brought her, and they're way tougher than Granny usually lets them get, and they're very stringy. But then Mom said she was going to fix me one anyway. And besides, everybody who will be there who will eat the stupid things will also eat the casserole. Yeah, I don't sound bitter at ALL.
Post a Comment