I can count on one hand the number of times I've spent Thanksgiving away from my family, so I was disappointed this morning to find weather would keep Mr. What Tami Said and I from making the day trip north to my parents' house. I was even more disappointed when I discovered my mom made my favorite holiday Jello mold. (Pineapples, walnuts and marshmallows...mmmm...oh my!) But y'know, as much as I was looking forward to mom's dressing and greens, and the lively rambunctiousness of holidays with the fam, today was a good day.
I cuddled on the couch with my hubby and watched an I Love Lucy marathon. We went and bought a Christmas tree, some gingerbread house kits for my niece and nephew, and some wood, then came home and built a fire. I downloaded Amy Winehouse's Frank CD and listened to it again and again. I talked to my mom and dad and sister and sister-in-law on the phone. I gave my puppy belly rubs and let my old kitty (the one who's been with me since my swinging bachelorette days) curl up next to me while I took a nap. I watched a totally cheeseball "documentary" called Ghost Adventures. I read Mes Deaux Cents' great post on being thankful. I made a pot roast and some Jiffy cornbread. (It's not mom's dinner, but it is comfort food.) I listened to the familiar sounds of my husband watching football in the living room. And all that made me happy.
So I'm not with my family today. I know that I am loved and I love. Today was a quiet day, a lazy day, a strange day. And I am thankful.
