Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and that is freakish to me.  It doesn’t FEEL like Thanksgiving.  I haven’t been running around like a chicken with my head cut off from one store to the next in search of a vanilla bean.  There has been no shopping at all, even.  I had to throw a fit to get the man to buy toilet paper.

I haven’t been baking.  I didn’t spend today preparing.  There will be no company tomorrow.  And I won’t see my family.

It feels like an empty excuse for a holiday, which it pretty much is.

It’s not going to completely suck.  After the football game (ugh), we are going to one of my favorite restaurants, for which I have a (you guessed it) coupon.  That will be a welcome change from the stuff we normally eat.  But it’s just completely beyond weird that there won’t be pumpkin pie. 

I sincerely hope that this is the last Thanksgiving where I won’t get to see my family.  I miss them a lot, and though I’d never want to live where they do, it seems so silly that we can’t manage to get together — especially with gas at $1.59 a gallon.

Holidays are my “thing,” as a friend recently pointed out.  I like to host.  I like to decorate.  I like to cook.  I look forward to them the way a teenaged girl looks forward to prom, if not more so.  And this year, I can’t even do the holidays in my own home.  I mean, the holidays will pass, and I do have somewhere to live, and that’s something to be grateful for… Sigh.  The end.