Well, yesterday was a really nice day. As I have said before, I'm not real hung up on Thanksgiving being this big family day--I haven't had a Thanksgiving with my parents for twenty years, but basically, I'm for anything that gives me a four day weekend.

I wasn't having dinner with the family, because they were going to a big Callahan thing, so I decided to make a mini-Thanksgiving myself with all of my favourite things.

Of course, I didn't buy anything ahead of time, because I am me, but I figured that I'd go over to the supermarket in the morning after getting breakfast at McDonald's and pick up the various fixins.

I'll bet you think that the store was closed, don't you? Well, you're wrong, o ye of little faith! McDonald's was shut tight, but Pathmark was wide open and filled with customers, stripping the shelves of anything edible like a swarm of locusts and filled with surly cashiers, annoyed at having to work the holiday.

I like that sentence, but it's a lie, as my cashier was very nice. I'm sure the others were spitting nails, however, so I'm leaving it as is.

Anyway, I got my onion and my cornbread (not Jiffy, but the store brand, which was fine) and my celery and my eggs and my chicken breast and my bread and my raisins and my butter and my sugar and my evaporated milk.

And what am I missing? Turkey sausage. There was not a smitch of turkey sausage, or in fact any sausage, in the entire store. I asked the butcher, who said that they had run out at 4p the day before. I can only imagine that the entire township of Weehawken reads my page and were so overcome by my cornbread and sausage recipe that I posted the other day that they, en mass, denuded the store of ingredients.

I was chatting with my very sweet checkout girl whom I had earlier slandered with that "surly" comment, (I'm just so ashamed), and she suggested the Shopright that's over by the House of Pancakes, so I went home and begged to borrow the car.

I drove to the Shopright, which is one of those huge stores, filled with all kinds of food that you didn't even know that you wanted, and I had the car, so I thought that I'd buy alot of heavy stuff as well, cat food and such, and managed to drop $75 at the place.

But did I get the turkey sausage? Why yes I did! The very last package in the entire store. Maple-flavoured, but I was a beggar and not a chooser, and I figured that the maple would be just fine.

I noticed that the only reason that even this package was left was because it was put back in the wrong spot, so, thank you, lazy New Jersey shopper who is too bone idle to walk two feet and put the sausage back where you got it, I owe ya one!

Of course, I got elaborately lost going home in a way that I never had before.

Every time a take a little drive, I always end up exploring new and uncharted areas of New Jersey. I was only about five minutes away from home, but it took me twenty, what with all of the driving around. Look, it's all one-way streets, it's not my fault.

Anyway, I got home and they were all laughing at me and asking if I had gone to Jersey City again. I said no, and how dare they insinuate such a thing, and that I had in fact gotten lost in a completely different and special new way, actually.

Cynthia went upstairs to work out, so Fran and I sat with Bonnie and Molly and watched It's a Wonderful Life.

Bonnie was being a real ogre, but she wouldn't nap, so she just kept getting loopier and loopier. Molly was being relatively good, and we managed to get through the movie without being forced to turn it off and put on some appalling video or another.

And I was glad of it, because as the film ended, I turned my head to look at Fran, and he was silently weeping, which was just about the sweetest thing that I ever did see.

It really was cute.

What are you thankful for?

And we're still talking about Thanksgiving and recipes, days where every single little thing go wrong, sounds that you hate, loonies, weird sports, Hallowe'en costumes, death, and Rocky Horror.

Today's horoscope:
Disagreements arise easily because thinking your own way is accented. You are clear about what you want, just don't forget tact.

One year ago today:
Usually, when I go to bed horribly early and then get up to pee, after that, the cats think it's Awake Time.

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