Thursday morning

Woke up.
Let dog outside.
Made coffee.
Cooked dish for Thanksgiving meal at Matt's work.
Made breakfast.
Let dog inside.
Fed dog.
Set up giant neon play tent taking up half of living room.
Succumbed to requests to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.
Folded laundry.
Avoided tripping over giant tent when putting laundry away.
Ignored dog's pleads to go outside again.
Succumbed to requests for It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
Put away boxes taking up precious space in hallway.
Washed and dried multiple loads of laundry.
Took Karis outside to play.
Picked up dog poop in the yard.
Washed dog poop off Karis' foot.
Fed Karis and myself.
Put Karis down for nap.
Looked at clock. 12 noon.
Considered going to bed for the night.
Blogged instead.

Hey, future Alina. Yeah, you, sitting there reading through your ancient blog entries in your free time because your kids are either all in school or moved out of the house already. I know your feeling nostalgic for days like the one you just read. They were crazy and wonderful, weren't they? Listen, can you do something for me? Go call some friends and go out for lunch! Talk about how cute your little Karis and Johnny so-and-so (or whatever you named them) were back in the day. Then toast to your freedom. Oh, and order a cold, amber-colored beer...if you still like that sort of thing.