God there are a hundred things I should be doing to prepare for the feast we are hosting here…but I am on the couch drinking coffee with cool whip and wondering if I should start the Gilmore Girls over again….I can see the dust bunny farm under the chairs from the view on my couch….I should call my dad. He is making his “famous” chocolate cream pie…allegedly. Oh the years we have begged him to please just buy one from a bakery….I don’t think I’ve ever had chocolate cream pie, but I’ve tried the thing he brings every year. I just think it’s weird to have ‘magic shell’ or whatever covering the pie crust. But Suzie says after a few big gulps of Merlot, it almost looks like pie, so that should count.
The bathroom is a disaster. I know I have to go up there and deal with it. For me, organizing under the sink is more important than bleaching the mold outta the tub or cleaning around the base of the toilet (boys)….because I sure as hell look in people’s medicine closets and under the sink….I think you learn a lot about a person by what they hide behind the Drano….
Corey made four pies. I wonder if he will mind if I eat one…..? After my fourth nap on a rainy Thanksgiving Eve…..