I am such a grass-is-eternally-better-on-whatever-side-I-am-not-on person. It is so unfair to those who happen to be in the present, but I sometimes can’t help but yearn for days gone past. This afternoon, after I had tutored Loren and four of his puberty infested classmates, gone to the store with both Loren and Devon, picked up Cassidy and come home to my mother, I just wanted to be anywhere but here. I didn’t want to unload groceries, make dinner, help with homework, mediate fights. I just wanted some fucking peace. Boo-effing hoo.
So I have been fantasizing about happy places. Tonight my sliver of happiness has been the table for our Thanksgiving feast. It was a mountain of crab legs, shrimps, finger potatoes and sausages. The beer and wine flowed freely and the discussion was anything but politically correct or free of obscenities. We ate with our fingers and then rolled up the was paper and threw it all away before dessert.
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That sounds like Frogmore Stew (with crab legs). Did you season it really heavily with Old Bay or something like it? It’s a great fun meal. And just rolling up the newspapers is so easy.
Did I miss this yesterday? I must have started it and then had somebody drag me away.
That looks fantastic.
Where are you today???