You know those things in your house that are, very simply and for no especially good reason, your favorites? Your favorite blanket, your favorite mug, your favorite pair of underwear for when no one but you is going to see it (just me?).
Me, being just a tiny bit impulsive
There have been times in my life when I've thought things through before doing them. Not many, but it has happened.
This was not one of those times.
I begin this tale with a miniature story, which shall lead into a caveat.
Thanksgiving centerpiece by The Bouqs
Thanksgiving has always been sort of a crapshoot holiday for us - some years we were with Kendrick's family, some years with mine, some years with friends (and if you're wondering whether looking at those posts I just linked to made me cry, the answer is: yes. obviously). Since our split it's become even more up-in-the-air with regards to what we're going to do each year, and with whom, but we've decided that this Thanksgiving will be another in a long line of outliers (which makes them...not really outliers, but whatevs): All four of us are going up to my parents' place, where we'll eat our mashed potatoes alongside an assortment of their displaced friends.
