Wednesday, November 24, 2004
With so much chaos at Terminal B on Thanksgiving eve, it took over half an hour for Anna Bloviation's to find the son. To find a son who regally stands in one spot without moving his ass to see if the mother is perhaps parked farther up is not easy when one doesn't have a cell phone. OK so these are the moments when not having a cell phone is a tad inconvenient but that's why they invented nice people. One simply goes up to a complete stranger, smiles wearily, and asks to use the god damn phone. I mean who would be so mean on Thanksgiving eve to say no?
Notable changes for son: He has lost his freshman fifteen and is noticeably more buff. The hair is metro-sexual shoulder length. He gives great hugs. He still doesn't not bring all of his dirty laundry from D.C. up to Boston to have mom wash...
Notable changes for the daughter (who arrived on an earlier flight before Logan got backed up with delays): she has finally made peace with her curly hair and it sparkles healthily with the knowledge it won't be attacked each day with a hot blow dryer and straightening iron. The shoes are all pointy. This prompts a smile when I recall our trip to London together and she turned up her nose at the suggestion she get a pair. "They are so ugly...," she said. She gives great hugs. She doesn't bring her dirty laundry from D.C. up to Boston to have mom wash...
The Thanksgiving feast ironically has always fallen to me in spite of my minimal cooking abilities. I have to thank Martha Stewart this year. I'm going to try a few of the recipes I found on her website yesterday. I'm glad to hear she is "healthy and fit" in jail. Happy Thanksgiving Martha. And to the troops in Iraq a Happy Thanksgiving as well. I hope those poor soldiers do better this year than when Bush presented them with that fake turkey last year during another one of the president's "mission accomplished" photo-ops...
Notable changes for son: He has lost his freshman fifteen and is noticeably more buff. The hair is metro-sexual shoulder length. He gives great hugs. He still doesn't not bring all of his dirty laundry from D.C. up to Boston to have mom wash...
Notable changes for the daughter (who arrived on an earlier flight before Logan got backed up with delays): she has finally made peace with her curly hair and it sparkles healthily with the knowledge it won't be attacked each day with a hot blow dryer and straightening iron. The shoes are all pointy. This prompts a smile when I recall our trip to London together and she turned up her nose at the suggestion she get a pair. "They are so ugly...," she said. She gives great hugs. She doesn't bring her dirty laundry from D.C. up to Boston to have mom wash...
The Thanksgiving feast ironically has always fallen to me in spite of my minimal cooking abilities. I have to thank Martha Stewart this year. I'm going to try a few of the recipes I found on her website yesterday. I'm glad to hear she is "healthy and fit" in jail. Happy Thanksgiving Martha. And to the troops in Iraq a Happy Thanksgiving as well. I hope those poor soldiers do better this year than when Bush presented them with that fake turkey last year during another one of the president's "mission accomplished" photo-ops...
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