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November 29, 2002-7:30 p.m. My Thanksgiving was definitely better than Fruit�s but I think we can all agree that isn�t saying a hell of a lot! I had a great time. I went over to Beth and Bob�s for dinner and the worst thing I had to deal with was televised sporting events! The Cowboys actually won a game for once and the Mavericks snapped their fourteen game winning streak. I came home this morning. Fluffy evidently decided he would try to exit the house via the window. The fact that the window wasn�t open didn�t seem to have been much of a deterrent. The blinds were all bent up. When I came in he was sleeping on the dog bed and seemed pretty nonplussed. I still don�t have my truck. They didn�t get the replacement tires. I guess now that they�ve alerted me to the fact that my tires have been recalled, they can�t send me back on the road with them without incurring some sort of liability should anything untoward happen so I�m still in the three squirrel-powered Escort until at least tomorrow. Hope you all had great Thanksgivings. Even Ms M who now claims �Poopy� is a term of endearment. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
