Breezy is off the Wheezy

Turkey for the girls and
Turkey for the boys
My favorite kind of pants
Are corduroys
Gobble gobble goo and
Gobble gobble gickel
I wish turkey only cost a nickel
Oh I love turkey on Thanksgiving

This is the kind of day that the only reason I can bear being at my desk with nothing to do is knowing that in a few hours I will be leaving for Wichita for Thanksgiving. It sucks though because Brett can't come with me. He has to work. I'm really going to miss him over these five days! I am pretty sure that they'll let me go early today. They better. I'm not exactly doing anything and I bet they want to get out of here early as well. I'm hoping for a 2 p.m. departure time.

I'll be going to my grandma's house for tomorrow. I've missed out on it the past couple of years because I've stayed with Brett, so it'll be nice to go back home. And this year I won't have to eat two dinners. That's a tad too much for me! Then Prairie Pines will be calling our name the day after Thanksgiving. We avoid Black Friday like the plague but the tree we can't resist. I'm trying to talk my mom into buying a fake tree. Last year's fiasco would have convinced me. We got a tree and gussied it all up - then it dried out. Immediately. So we had to take all the decorations off, take it back and get a new one - and then decorate it again! And with a fake tree you don't have to worry about dry needles or watering. You just make it look pretty and voila - you're done.

I was just thinking the other day, that I had a LOT more to write about when I was a server. Now I have this job (which I'd hardly call a career) and I've got nothin'. What is wrong with this picture?