The Official 2012 Spinster Sisters Thanksgiving Extravaganza has come to a close and not a moment too soon. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror this morning I made a mental note that went something like this....
Stop eating like you're headed to the chair, Tubbykins. There's a whole other holiday to go before you get to contemplate joining Weight Watchers for the New Year, and it's quite possible that their scale will not accommodate your girthiness.
Fortunately for me I have a companion who insists on presenting me with the calorie and fat count of everything that's going to go in my big fat maw for the next few weeks, so getting my face out of the trough shouldn't be too terribly difficult. He does this, of course, not because he loves me deeply, but because he's afraid that there won't be anybody here to put up with his shenanigans if I keel over from a toxic pumpkin pie overdose.
The inside decorations are almost complete. A few hours slapping balls on the tree and a good tarting up of the fireplace wreath and we should be good to go. Stewey seems content with this year's efforts, so methinks I might have to hit the PetSmart aisles for a few little goodies for him as a thank you for his cooperation.
I'm headed to the Happy Chair to play with Harvest Moon House tonight. I had hoped to hit the studio for a little Christmas stitching baskets putting together today, but alas, the day sped by entirely too fast.
But first...a little pie.