Thanksgiving was awesome and it was all family-like with laughy stuff and really good food and then also my parents bought stuart and i a really nice futon for our office and then we went to the fabric store where stuart had NEVER been (to a fabric store at all, not THAT one) and we bought cool textually***-exciting fabrics for the cover and the pillow and also we put up our tree and took lots of pictures and i finally found the overlook-providence park that i’d been ranting about to stuart because it was on CONGDON not PROSPECT stupid me and then also we watched old videos from high school and i got to see a video of the day we brought kirby**** home back in 1996 and it was so cute i totally CRIED and then what else let me think oh yeah we saw HP3 with my parents and i talked to them about graduate school next year and they thought it was cool and we got two new frying pans and an awesome coffee maker from target (from our neighbors) only i was having growing pains from changing from the old one because this one has a small design flaw when you pour the water into the chamber and sometimes it spills and even THOUGH it’s pretty and stainless steel and made us coffee at 8:10 this morning thanks to the timer (HOLY CRAP KATE A TIMER) i still almost cried when we sent the old one home to RI because i’ve had it for six years and i’m very attached to it and i cursed the name of the new one and told it i’d never love it as much as the old one but of course i do especially because it made me coffee this morning when i was so dog-tired because i absolutely HAD to stay up and watch A Few Good Men on TV until two AM because jack nicholson rocks my face off in that movie and also because i was knitting a new scarf that is GRAY and the woman at the fabric store taught me how to make them so that they DON’T ROLL which is pretty exciting and….
yeah. I think that’s it.
*yes, i’m feeling just lazy enough to reprint an email instead of writing a separate blog post. yes, that’s disgusting.
**I think my coffee machine lovingly added cocaine to my coffee which would explain the tigger-like mania in my step.
***yes, in the original email i wrote “textually” instead of “texturally”, to which biscuit asked if i was making a couch cover out of Kavalier and Clay which led to some pretty interesting email commentary about sitting on people’s faces.
**** kirby was my jack russell terrier. he was the canine embodiment of me – that is to say, too smart for his own good and a goofball with an almost unstoppable amount of energy. i say “almost” because he died in 1998. from epilepsy. which he probably got from just watching himself chasing his tail in the mirror. DUMB DOG. i miss him every, well, week or so.

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