I am not sure why we have to have turkey on Thanksgiving. As Lars puts it “if turkey is so great, why do we only have it one day a year?”. True story, husband o’ mine. Don’t get me wrong–turkey is just fine–its just a lot of bird. Especially when, let’s be honest, all you really want are the sides. The stuffing (which can be made sans bird), the mashed potatoes, the cranberry sauce, etc etc and so forth. I’m just baffled by turkey.
We’re having two thanksgivings this year–one with Lars’ dad on Thursday and one with Lars’ mom on Saturday. Double double toil and trouble (and exercise…but that didn’t rhyme so I put it in parentheses. See what I did there?). I’ve been relegated to salad detail for Thursday and am making mashed potatoes, green bean salad, cranberries and whatnot on Saturday. Whatnot is my x-factor. Not sure what that will be. Perhaps it will be humble pie as Saturday is also the day Michigan is playing Ohio State and all signs are pointing to a smack-down of the not good kind for the Michigan faithful.
Oh, I’m sorry—did you want me to mention Bjorn in this blog at some point. I’ll acquiesce but only because he is adorable. Have you seen how big his eyes are. Just like Puss N’ Boots from Shrek. He is irrisitable. That’s right. I just compared my son to a digitally animated cat. Sue me. That’s the type of parent I am….stream of consciousness on the fly comparisons that will inevitably lead to making him a better man if only to get further away from me because he is too embarrassed to be around me. Too bad the only other big name college in Michigan is Michigan State and that’s in East Lansing. HAHA. Sucker–if you want to achieve you have to stay in Ann Arbor and go to UM and be close to your mom and dad because lord knows what out of state tuition will be when its time for you to go to college. My diabolical plan of resentment and anger is working already….
Bjorn says “ball” “da” “mamamamama” “baaa” (as in sheep sound) and “zzzish” as in fish. Also he is very much into saying “hi” and “bye”. He often has a delayed reaction and will tell you hi and bye fifteen second too late…
Case in point at Trader Joe’s this morning:
Check-Out Lane Cashier (COLC): Watch your fingers little man. Time to take the groceries out to the car. Can you say bye bye? Bye-bye? Bye-Bye.
Bjorn: [Blank stares. Maybe frowning a little. Kind of annoyed.]
COLC: Oh well. Maybe another time. [DEJECTED! SO SO SO SAD. WILL HE LIVE ANOTHER DAY?]
Bjorn..15 seconds later after we’ve walked out of the grocery store: Bye! Bye bye bye! Buh buh buh bye!
Way to start breaking their hearts early, kid.
…and in case you’re wondering. I didn’t buy turkey!