this morning the monkey and i went grocery shopping because fh and his mom and bro are coming for turkey day dinner and since it’s going to be non-traditional (how many people celebrate thanksgiving with their ex and inlaws? i implore you) i was going to make turkey stew.
jokes on me cuz apparently everyone else in the world bought turkey thighs and breasts and ground meat so my only choice was a big huge thing to roast or boycott. tomorrow we will be having chicken stew with savoury yeasty bread and lots of irish coffees. well, they can all have wine, cuz they like wine. mommy’s getting liqueured up.
also i think it’s important to note that this lovable ruffian made z giggle like she was going up on an LSD trip. it was sweet cuz only bubbles, and funny faces, and me singing the wheels on the bus has caused these tummy laughs. she does her fake laugh lots, it’s like a “HA ha HA snort” and entirely unauthentic sounding, like she is purely humouring us so that we don’t go on to further explain an unwitty joke, “you see, it’s funny because the fire was in tents. get it?”
also i think she wanted to be adopted cuz i’ve never seen zoë lift her arms to be picked up by a virtual stranger. maybe mitzie’s mommy just gives off love?
today at naptime i msned and read blogs and took a bubble bath while catching up on my steven king. i didn’t do one tiny little bit of work and it kicks ass.
