I swear there was something I was going to say here.

I don’t know what to put here, so this will really just be a conglomeration of random crap. Enjoy!

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What I imagined happened in my day dream this morning if my Christian “In-Laws” (In quotations because they might as well be, but aren’t technically yet) asked me to say the Thanksgiving prayer.

“Please, there’s no need to bow your heads, as we’re not offering a prayer of worship or gratitude to anything or anyone.
I would just like to take a moment in our ravaging of the food to appreciate all which made this wonderful meal possible.

First, to B’s mother and sister for going through the trouble to  prepare such an exquisite meal.
To the farmers whom have flawlessly cared and harvested their product to render the result fine enough to eat.
To the successful Turkey murderers who make it possible for the average American to eat 14 lbs of turkey each year. (Holy Hell. That’s like a little less than my friggin’ cat!)
And no thanks will go to the invisible man in the sky. He didn’t mash the potatoes or  baste the turkey or even drive the truck that brought these raw items to the grocery store. If you feel like it, we can thank him for not messing anything up. “

I am just glad it won’t ever happen. I might end up stoned to death in the town square.

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I am grateful for…

…My family. Even though I don’t keep in touch, they are hella cool.
…My kitties. Because they are the damn most annoying pets alive, but they still are SO FRICKIN’ CUTE.
…My boyfriend. Who has changed my life in ways I can’t even imagine, and I love him more and more every day.
…For having ‘In-Laws’ that are pretty damn cool. I don’t fight with them, I enjoy spending time with them, I couldn’t have asked for better future In-Laws.
…For my patience. Because, I have, as of yet, not killed my REALLY NOISY NEIGHBORS that I’m pretty sure are practicing to audition for the band STOMP. Assholes.

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I’m heading out now. Crappy update, I know. And I apologize. But my cat, who is sitting on my lap, is slowing taking over the keyboard, and I don’t think she will let me type for much longer. I can’t access the caps lock, tab, ctrl key, and almost barely  the Q. Meow!