God that's Good

I have to admit, the food yesterday was super good — not a traditional Thanksgiving by any stretch, but honestly? Delicious. So delicious that I actually had a solid stool today. Maybe it was the filet mignon working its magic. Who knows? Culinary mysteries abound.

And yes, once again, that random man was with us. I still don’t understand why he keeps appearing at our holidays like some sort of seasonal side dish. Something about him just rubs me the wrong way — maybe because last year’s party left a permanent dent in my brain, and apparently I’m incapable of letting it go.

But hey, small victories: at least he brought my mom a gift this time instead of just showing up, eating our food, and vanishing.