Whew! The days of eating until you sweat have passed. I'm so over the food part. I don't think I could eat another rich thing until, oh, 11:00 pm tonight. I feel like Po.
Friday we had our own Thanks meal, except the oldest girl had to be at work at the electronics store at 5:30 am, so she couldn't be with us. She had to work until 10:00 pm! Well, that's the personal price you pay when you get paid the big bucks. (She would kill me if she read that last line, but I don't have to worry because she's too exhausted to read my blog. She might, however, be able to drag herself to the computer to read Pioneer Woman's blog, which sticks in my craw only slightly.)
Then I put up the tree. Yes, "I." The family has never been into it, not even the kids when they were little. When most children couldn't keep their hands off the ornaments, I had to take mine up to the tree and point out how beautiful everything was and make a big deal of it. We are a very laid-back bunch. The dog gets more excited over the tree than the kids ever did.
Speaking of Po, we just finished watching Kung Fu Panda, even though the youngest person in this room is 16, and we loved it. Right now the corny 1974 "Kung Fu Fighting" song is featured as an "extra," and Jorge just danced over here, took me by the arm and twirled this rolling desk chair around in a pirouette on our hardwood floor. It was an incredibly impressive and smooth maneuver which went so well that we promptly did it again and made the kids watch.
Only this time, he wrenched my shoulder and I wailed, but we still executed the maneuver perfectly. And after all, the yelp sort of fit right into the Kung Fu "huh!"s.
You can imagine how this exhibition went over with the teenagers.
You would have thought we did the Medusa dance and turned them to stone. Stones with attitudes.
What are you up to this weekend?