It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

That title has no significance, I just always wanted to start off a thought with that title.

So, the end of the Thanksgiving weekend is here. I was so excited to have four freaking days off, and here it is: Sunday night at 10:30 p.m. and it’s over. Boo. Hoo. Back to the grindstone.

Thursday’s Thanksgiving was good; we hung out at Ian’s mom’s house all day and ate our weight in food. Now I want more turkey. Damn.

We celebrated Ian’s birthday over the course of the four-day weekend. Today is his actual birthday, and I cooked stuffed shells for him. Well, for him and Scott and Huwe and Abby. I believe they were quite good. I didn’t use an onion this time because they give Ian migranes. Happy birthday baby.

Anyway, tomorrow’s back to work, and I guess I need to catch up on a bunch of crap I didn’t get a chance to this week. Hard to believe Christmas is almost here. I have so much shopping to do it’s not even funny. Here’s a tip to all of you I have to shop for: PUBLISH AN ONLINE WISH LIST OR TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT.

That is all I have the energy to write. I have had about a half bottle of wine and need some sleep.