I was going to write this little post about Thanksgiving and what the Holidays mean to me. I was going to talk about how I lost the Holiday Spirit after the death of my nephew and my cat Wolfgang.

It was an interesting idea- but then I had this image of people passed out on their couches with their phones in their hands, barely able to read because they can’t even move their eyes from left to right.

I could see, clear as day,  that nameless person with dried gravy stuck to the corner of their mouth mumbling in a pumpkin pie induced stupor as they stare into the window to the universe through a small screen in their hand,-“

” Black Friday Oh God Black Friday its coming…make it stop God Make it stop…”

So I thought, why put the effort into entertaining a Zombie ( which can be fun, come to think of it ) when I could be out there talking to  my husband while he makes me his amazing pancakes?

He laughs at my stupid jokes and when I start talking about weird stuff -like when does he think they’ll come up with cell phones that they can surgically implant into the human body- he doesn’t even blink.

He just talks to me about it like I am a regular person.

That’s right, I agree, time to get into that kitchen.

Laugh On Everybody.