Happy Thanksgiving, and All That

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Nov 242012
 

Usually I buy a pre-cooked turkey from the grocery store deli. Unfortunately, nobody around here just sells a pre-cooked turkey—they all sell them as part of a dinner. Now that I can’t eat wheat any more, nobody would eat the stuffing. Alpha Geek doesn’t like the sweet potato casserole they offer (he likes the candied sweet potatoes I make), and nobody ever touches the green been casserole. So there’s no point buying a turkey dinner, as most of it wouldn’t get eaten.

So I tried cooking a bird from scratch. Turned out moderately well. But it reminded me how much I really do hate to cook. If we can’t find a pre-cooked one next year, we may just be having some deli ham.

Yesterday I stayed in the house. I try to avoid anyplace retail between Thanksgiving and New Year’s, although at some point I’ll have to brave the mall to get my traditional Hickory Farms sausage.

 Posted by at 7:38 pm

Dialogue

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Nov 092012
 

Me: Would you like a Seaweed Snack?

He: No. I would not like a seaweed snack. Not now or ever. Why would you even ask that?

Me: I like them.

He: What are you, some kind of freak?

Me: You really need to ask that?

 Posted by at 7:36 pm

Pet the Cat

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Nov 072012
 

Last night Alpha Geek’s dad dropped by. He chatted for a while with the boys and me, completely not noticing the cat desperately trying to get his attention.

Some animals have a preference for one gender over another, and Duchess prefers men. She doesn’t dislike women, but she’ll go out of her way to get attention from a man. Just like she was doing last night.

She started off being coy, just washing herself where he could see and admire her. Alas, Dad doesn’t have pets and isn’t used to these subtle signals. He continued chatting with the boys.

Then she approached him and rubbed against his legs. He didn’t notice.

Finally she abandoned subtlety. She jumped up on a counter next to him, and looked at him like this:

He still might not have noticed, but I took pity on the little attention whore. “Would you please pet that cat?” I asked.

“Oh, certainly,” he replied. At last, she got some much-desired attention.

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