Almost here!
(Daniel Craig does not equal Clive Owen, who is a total dreamboat, but I will reserve judgment on the selection until after the movie).
Between 2 p.m. today and Friday morning, my plan is to relax and reconnect. I am so, so fried. I'm not even sure which way is up anymore. I plan to sit around, read, practice my guitar, and nap gratuitiously. I also plan to avoid television like the plague, if at all possible.
On Thanksgiving Day, we are having a small gathering at my parents' house - just the 'rents, my sister, Dave and me. I will stuff myself like a pig. My dad is threatening to bust out the slide projector and show lots of slides from the 70s. My butt is bare in most of them, as I remember. Or maybe it just seemed that way. Should be exciting (?) for Dave since he has never had the privilege of enjoying one of my Dad's slide show presentations.
Friday, I will work half a day, then I'm off to an ultrasound and check up. And after that, who knows?
2 hours, 4 minutes, 16 seconds to go.
2 Comments:
do tell us when you can see the head.
it doesn't have a head yet? gross.
happy thanksgiving, darling ann.
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