I’m fine, I was just a little freaked out for a few minutes. Since GC doesn’t allow us to post links anymore, you can go to the WRAL (Raleigh NBC affiliate) website and you’ll probably still be able to find the story.
I, like any good American grade-school wannabe musician (recorder and violin) learned to play Hot Cross Buns, but I’ve never eaten one.
I had a plan.
I never admitted to having a plan, but I had one. I just never expected to need it.
Then today, some protesters decided to drop a couple of large metal scrolls from the second-floor of the mall to the first floor. Which caused a couple of loud metallic bangs. Which was followed by a horde of people running for the mall exits because of what it sounds like when you hear a bunch of shouting followed by metallic bangs.
I seem to not have very good luck with the Thanksgiving holiday weekend these past few years.
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Fortunately or unfortunately, this will not be the Skipper household this week. Thursday marks the first anniversary of MIL’s passing, thus The Woman doesn’t feel celebratory this week.
We will still do a couple of things. MIL’s traditional breakfast was the stuff that a wellness coach’s nightmares are made of, a concoction of deconstructed biscuits and brown sugar she called “monkey bread” which we will consume as we watch the parade. I swear, The Girl is able to consume half her weight in monkey bread.
The Girl’s other great-grandmother, The Gigi (my mom), turned her on to what I can best describe as miniature pigs in a blanket as an hors d’oeuvre, so we’ll also have those.
Otherwise, it will be cold cuts and football, and a few moments of peace and quiet before reporting to the Santa set on Black Friday morning.
This is either the best week ever or the worst week ever to be an Instacart shopper. Not sure which.
“Can” and “should” are two different things …
I think he’d have a huge laugh over it. I used to be roommates with a woman who hailed from Aspen and encountered him regularly. With the exception of the early 90s (when he was going through his second divorce and some legal issues concurrently) she said he was quite gregarious around locals. (Fans who obviously had come to town looking for him to ask for an autograph while he was grocery shopping, not so much.)
If you don’t know enough to not drink any liquid while reading this strip (or, come to that, this site) … I don’t know what to tell you.
And Merlin is on line 4.