And how was your weekend?
Mine was a total MPF. But in this case ... Mince. Pie. FREE.
This, of course, was a very good thing, as the Tuna Trio (Gram, Tiny and myself) joined up with the house of Scout (parents, brother and one set of Aunt & Uncle) for Thanksgiving afternoon dinner. To jump to the end of the story, the meal and the company were delightful and everybody left full and happy and full of pleasant conversation.
I, of course, had threatened TinyTuna to within an inch of her life that she needed to behave and put on the charm. She demanded I spend a considerable amount of time with her hair and a curling iron, and I thought that was a fair trade-off. As expected, she was her usual adorable self. That is, until they showed up with the pie (PIE!) and said since the pie was warm, they didn't put whipped cream on before they served it, so they just brought us a brand new can. Well, that was the end of sweet and charming. Her eyes bugged out of her head like she was a cartoon, she grabbed the can and proclaimed that it was hers. Luckily, they thought she was cute and funny, so I didn't have to explain that she was raised by wild animals who deprived her of the better things in life, like whipped cream in an aerosol canister.
Sunday afternoon we did the Thanksgiving go-round again with the Tuna clan, and Scout passed with flying colors. Embarrassing family stories started coming out of the woodwork nearly immediately, but that couldn't be deflected onto other family members who were conveniently out of town.
And now it's time to get down to business. I've rid the page of the bad Halloween picture that, for lack of a better inanimate scapegoat, will take the blame for my lack of postings. With the end of the semester looming and tidings of comfort and joy blaring in every grocery store aisle, there's always plenty to talk about.
Like tap class. Today I walked in all biggety and proud for being on time and not only knowing where I last tossed my tap shoes, but finding both of them and remembering to bring them both with me to class. My good deeds were instantly blown out of the water by another lady who just had an entire dance floor installed in her basement so she could practice.