holy shit! thanksgiving. it's this week. and my pumpkins...are still pumpkins when they should be pies. pies and soup. and yet they persist in being gourds. bastards. i've been lazy about getting ready for thanksgiving. increasingly i just don't want to go. but if we don't go to my house, we have to go to matt's house, although we have an invitation to sara's house, but families trump. probably i'm just grumpy because i'm still sick and matt is still really sick, and also i have no chocolate.
the babysitting went very well, because my sister's children are perfect. shining stars of reproduction. grace beamed at me and giggled while i changed her diaper even though she had a cold and reid went right to sleep after one book and a germy hug and reminding me to tell mama that he loves her. awww. so cute.
we didn't get to see harry potter because we both really wanted to go to sleep. and then i had to drive alot. and sunday we had to cook the chickens and go to sleep. and i'm still tired. i can't get untired. i'm perpetually ready for a nap. and tonight we're going shopping. we're going to do all of our christmas shopping tonight and then lay low until january. i'm looking forward to wrapping more than shopping. i like wrapping. i have to pick a color theme and some new wrapping papers. i can't wait to torture matt at target. "but do you think that's the right hue? does it bring out the colors of the paper or overshadow them?" and then we have to choose baby clothes for my sister. he's such a good sport.