Happy Thanksgiving tout le monde!
You see, I can still say Happy Thanksgiving because for me it hasn’t happened yet. At my house it will be happening tomorrow, which means that yesterday, while my American brethren were stuffing themselves silly with turkey and pumpkin goodness, it was just a plain old boring Thursday for me, except it really wasn’t. It wasn’t because Thanksgiving Thursday is my least favorite day of the year, it makes me sad and homesick. So instead of going about my usual routine, I now take to wallowing.
My wallowing basically means that I exclaim I’m taking the day ‘off’ and I do whatever strikes my fancy, with a healthy dash of laziness. This year’s Sad Wallowing Day, kicked off at 6AM when I woke. Tea was made and I took to the couch, flipped open the laptop and treated myself to a viewing of last year’s Thanksgiving Day parade on youtube (fast forwarding through the boring bits).
I did some laundry and ironed. I’m one of those weird people who likes to iron, I find it relaxing, plus, I can catch up on some TV while being productive. This ironing session consisted of The Vampire Diaries and Elementary (I find Jonny Lee Miller adorable).
My Sad Wallowing Day got a bit cheerier when I received a Happy Thanksgiving tweet from a rugby player that I fed last Thanksgiving. But this isn’t just any rugby player, this is a rugby player that if he had been drawn by Disney,would have been Prince Charming. Seriously, even Gregory thinks he charming (actually, Gregory said, and I quote; “he is so charming I want to punch him“). So yeah, Prince Charming tweeted me and I got heart palpitations, swooned and immediately called Mrs. London so we could giggle about his charming perfection.
I decided on the very un-Thanksgiving like lunch of frozen pizza. I was hungry and even making a sandwich can seem like a pain in the tookus on Sad Wallowing Day so frozen pizza it was… in the interest of full disclosure; I had a beer too. Pizza is one of those things that I really like beer with.
I watched Giant, my favorite Thanksgiving movie ever. Not that Giant is a Thanksgiving movie, it’s when I watch it for some reason but there is that one adorable Thanksgiving scene so I guess it can kind of be considered a Thanksgiving movie.
And then Gregory came home early which was nice because not only was it Sad Wallowing Thanksgiving, it was also the fifth anniversary of the day we met. That’s right, five years ago yesterday, this happened.
So that was that but now I’ve got to get my skates on… since tomorrow is Thanksgiving at chez moi, my trusty sidekick Mrs.London is on her way up from Toulon (with Fifty’s trusty sidekick, Napoleon) to give me a hand. We have lots to do before Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey arrive with their hungry bellies tomorrow afternoon for my very own Le Petit Village Francegiving.
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