I gave James and Abbie my Christmas dishes and the “gold” flatware to go with it, but I think they tossed it all. But that’s OK. At least I don’t have to take it back with me.
Twelve people? It’s been a while since you’ve had that many around your table, hasn’t it?
I thought “we” were going to Golden Corral for Thanksgiving, when the Other Folks thought it would be just the three of us, but now it seems James and Abbie are available for the first time ever, on Thanksgiving Day.
That’s going to be tricky for me, anyway because payday will still be a week away. I think I liked it better when I had a Hungry Man TV dinner. Less fuss and bother!
I turned the furnace on again this morning, and it’s having a hard time adjusting. The thermostat is set to 74° but it’s still not staying off between cycles longer than just a minute or two. It’s for sure I’ll get a space heater on payday, because my power bill will be astronomical at this rate!
It’s going to be a sunny day, so the sun will eventually warm the living room.
PWs plane out of Vegas was delayed two hours, so all her fuss about changing the shuttle to an earlier one resulted in nothing but getting a ride that wasn’t in the front seat. *sheesh* I tried to tell her, but what do I know? I’m just a stupid, forgetful old lady.
I feel really sad about her not being in the front seat. What’s the world coming to?
They expect you to pay for Thanksgiving dinner? When we invite people, we just give them the food.