The holidays officially begin this week, and the "horns of plenty" are overflowing with tales of family eccentricity.
The Man, Small Child, and I will be - as of this minute - having a tiny Thanksgiving courtesy of multi-car pile-up of drama that I will do my best to pull together in an amusing post over the next few days. I'm going to roast a duck and prepare my sinfully delicious cornbread-and-bacon stuffing (endorsed by the portfolio managers of cardiologists everywhere). Yum.
On a vaguely related note, today is the birthday of both my adorable Third Nephew and my sister. I feted the former, a kind and loving child, by providing the comic relief at his birthday party. Bowling is not like riding a bike, it seems. If one goes, say, thirty years without aiming a pin her skills do not rush back. But nothing puts smiles on the faces of the ten-and-under set like middle-aged physical comedy. I'm proud to serve.
Honoring my sister was not so easy. I opted for a drive-by: gift card in birthday envelope deposited in mailbox. Always the safe choice when the recipient isn't speaking to the giver.