Many moons ago, the day after Thanksgiving used to be one of my favorite days, ever.
Everyone's family obligations were over, and we were all free and clear to "go out".
People were in town from being away at school, and as we got older, everyone came home from their new lives elsewhere and it was time to reminisce.
There were traditions to look forward to: a board game night here, a touch football game there, an annual poker game.
What? You thought I was talking about all bars, all the time?
Pshaw, you can totally fit more than one activity in in a night.
No matter what went on, you looked forward to making plans with friends, being surprised by unexpected sightings and hoping to run into that special someone you hadn't seen all year.
However, that "special someone" thing did backfire one year when Busy Dad and I had first started dating.
I had gone to his family's Thanksgiving for the first time, and when we went out that night we ran into someone who apparently hadn't been informed she was no longer the "special someone".
Didn't seem to upset her too much. I believe I even still have a photo of us (me and her) together that night.
Mine and Busy Dad's relationship started off a little crazy, I'll leave it at that.
So, the Thanksgiving weekend still holds fond memories for me and I still feel the urge to get out and do something, but the whole kid thing puts a different spin on that.
These days, I know people are busy with their own families and their siblings, etc., but the whole only child thing I got going on sorta rules that out.
But, how in the world did it turn into this?
Busy Girl's out doing something, the boys are arguing downstairs, I have no idea what Busy Dad is doing and I've been in my pajamas since about 6pm.
Now that's just sad.
Someone hand me my false teeth and my cane.
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