I'm on vacation today, and I planned to sleep in, but here it is 6:24 a.m., and my mind is racing so fast that there's no way I could've gone back to sleep, even though I did try to recite scripture AND remember all the verses to "One Bad Apple." So why fight the energy? Like you, I've got tons to do today.
My two college students are home for the long weekend, and this time they brought their friends with them because they would be lonely left on campus with so many people vacating. But it's really hard for me to be nice to them because they're dirty and smelly and ugly and they just sit there taking up a lot of room, expecting to be taken care of. Their names? "Two Weeks' Worth of Dirty Laundry" (rim shot). The picture below is only part of the madness; did you think I'd let you see the whole laundry room? Also, do you think the picture of the laundry creatures is creepy? Can one basket of dirty laundry put the moves on a second basket?
The other pic is of the kids. I bet you wonder what they're doing. My son said to "put on your blog that we're throwing up a 'T' for Thanksgiving." His holiday warmth moves me. I'm tearing up right now.
Finally, that picture at the top represents the annual battle of the brown and serve rolls in our family which dates back to 1457, when America's pilgrims were not yet even a gleam in our foredaddy's eyes. Here is an excerpt from the diary of my English ancestor, Lord Rollington Browne: "I asketh you, what is so danged hard about baking these rolls that the bottoms always burn, but the tops hardly brown? We've tried everything over the years, from using foil to no foil to turning the foil wrong sideth upeth ... from trying different ovens to trying those new-fangled Easy Bake Ovens, to taking them to tanning beds. It's useless; they always win."
It's a generational curse.
So for years, every Thanksgiving and Christmas, my mom calls out to my three sisters-in-law and me, "Who wants to watch the rolls?" Immediately, the chill inside matches the chill outside. You'd think she called out, "Who wants their mother-in-law to come live with them?"