hi, kids. i'm back.
did you miss me? of course you did.

my first thanksgiving where i did all the cooking instead of standing over my mom asking "when will the food be ready? i'm fucking starving!" and getting smacked in the face has come and gone.

and i couldn't be happier. now i remember why i never really liked cooking. it takes too fucking long. ugh. there's prepping and preheating and standing up for hours and hours. and there are actually people who enjoy that shit.
we had only a few people over but i cooked enough to feed a small country. and i ate entirely too much. if i wasn't fat and nasty before, i am now. i'm like a pot-bellied pig.

i don't really do the whole black friday-getting-up-at-3 am-to-go-shopping bullshit. for one, i tend to have most if not all of my christmas shopping done before thanksgiving. secondly, i don't care to be anywhere near a horde of maniacal holiday shoppers. there will be a misunderstanding and i'll end up stabbing a bitch. let me lounge around and eat left over turkey and stuffing and i'm a happy camper. so that's exactly what i did.

while i was stuffing my face, J painted the nursery [finally!] and without any meddling from me. i had planned to hover over him with my little face mask on criticizing everything but he locked me out of the room so i didn't get to see it until he was finished. surprisingly enough, he did a really great job. i was expecting him to fuck the whole room up so that i'd have to pay a so-called professional to do it but it looks perfect. now all we need is the furniture and my little wiggle worm and it'll be complete.
yays.

i wanna post pictures of the final product but J's a big douche and he's like "there could be baby snatchers reading your blog!" because one picture is gonna lead 'em straight to our front door. i suppose my paranoia about baby snatchers has rubbed off onto him. a couple weeks ago i was perusing this expecting mother site/forum thingy and he's like "just don't join it because there could be frauds on there waiting to befriend you so they can kill you and take our baby." even though it could happen, that's really not something i'd like to hear at this particular time.

anyhoos, late friday afternoon, J kidnapped me and held me hostage as his love slave at this gorgeous cabin he rented for the weekend. it was all decked out with my favorite flowers and tons of candles and it was oh-so-romantic. it was incredible.
you should be jealous.

now, we're home being lazy. J will probably smoke a bowl and finish off the leftovers. ew.
i plan to catch up on some blogs and make him give me a back rub so i can take a nap.
cause i like naps.
and back rubs.

so, how you dooin?
stop looking at my belly pictures.

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