And I haven't posted! I can hear the voices of NaBloPoMo calling to me: Alice, Alice, why have you failed us, why…
Like you people are reading. You're not reading. You're sprawled across the sectional, stroking your belly, grunting in satisfaction. Look at you! I've never seen anything like it.
We gorged ourselves over at my sister and brother-in-law's fancy new Brooklyn digs; yes, that's right, as soon as I move out of Brooklyn my sister moves in. I'm pretty sure she did it to taunt me, but it didn't work, because now I get to enjoy her glamorous loft space without paying her glamorous rent, so ha! Ha on her!
Fortunately they brought some Legos with them, so Henry was entertained all day. I think before Legos existed he would have spent his conscious hours bereft, waving his arms in front of him, weeping. Eventually we would watch him connecting invisible tiny pieces of something to each other. And then calling to me to help him disengage certain tiny invisible pieces that he couldn't dislodge from their larger brethren.
45 minutes until tomorrow, crap. And I can't even come up with a single heartfelt sentiment on Thanksgiving, so okay, you want to know what I'm thankful for? I'm thankful for my glorious family, my friends, and I'm thankful for you, you bastards. Stop looking at me like that.