no alarm clocks

The wretched device we call an "alarm clock" could, quite frankly, kiss my ass this week.  "Alarm" is a fitting word.  Asshole clock would be better.

My husband kept his as quiet as he could, and kept the television off, so that I could sleep in for five glorious weekdays AND we'll sleep in this weekend!  A happy Mandy indeed.

We celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday, along with most of America and even friends I have in other countries who are American.  For the first time in three years, my mom is looking forward to the holidays, so I was quite looking forward to Thanksgiving, too, in large part due to seeing her back in the holiday spirit.  That has definitely lifted my spirits.  So, get-together time was 4:00 p.m., but we went around 1:00 p.m., as Stephen was going to putz around with her computers...some technology needs, and he's happy to help.  So, we go early, three kids in tow (missed Brendan so so much) and Megan, Stephen's sister, in tow, too.  Weren't there a minute when my cousin, Bobby, arrived.   A few hours later, Jeanne, Kevin, and Jack...and my sissy, Andie, my brother-in-law, Andy, and William (missed Jocelyn, Sean, and Ethan so so much).

Wound up gorging ourselves on delicious food and company...football on television, of course, and kids running around.  It was a great day.

Today - turkey sandwiches, movies, and naps.  Playdates and Publix.  Dishes and laundry.  Back at it, folks.

BUT.................the alarm clock remains silents.  A very happy Mandy.