Having spent most of the weekend preparing for hosting Thanksgiving, I’ve spent more than a little time wondering why on Earth I agreed to do this. I love entertaining, for sure, but all of the prep involved in this is making me want to rip my hairs out of my head (and with losing most of them already, I am currently considering Rogaine for Women).
I’m fortunate, really, that my family is pretty drama-free overall and I am aware that this is a rarity. Even my in-laws, who may or may not have any idea what on Earth to do with someone like me, keep their opinions about this to themselves.
Now if you’ll excuse this sad excuse for a post (two excuses in one sentence. Score!), I’m off to clean the light socket covers and weep into my bleach wipes.