• I love Camille on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.  There.  I said it.  And I’m not ashamed!!
• Ok, I’m a little ashamed.
• In order to get my kid to eat green beans yesterday, I had to feed him Lady and the Tramp style.  We shared green beans like those dogs shared spaghetti. Whatever, he hadn’t had a vegetable in two days — I was going to do whatever it took.
• I’m going to be whining on twitter for the next month about how stressed and anxious the holidays are making me. I’m just going to offer a blanket apology right now.
• I’ve been blogging for many years, but I didn’t realize that “mommy blogging” was a thing until I actually started blogging about being a mother.  I mean, I had never even heard of Dooce.  Yeah.  I led a pretty sheltered blogging life.  The world outside tumblr basically didn’t exist to me. I’m a dumbass.
• Parenthood makes me cry every single week.  That show just gets it right when it comes to depicting so many different family (and LIFE) dynamics.  Love. It.
• I dislike most Thanksgiving food.  Therefore, I dislike the holiday.  I know. I KNOW. It’s pretty un-American of me, but whatever.
• After tossing yet another meal in the trash this morning, I told Mac I was going to sell him to the mailman. I may or may not follow through with this threat. I’m really tired of throwing away food.  Our mailman does seem sort of crazy, though, so it’s probably best if I wait for the UPS man to come by. Responsible parenting FTW!
• It is unlikely I’ll be blogging the rest of the week.  I’ve got a rehearsal dinner tonight, that stupid turkey holiday tomorrow, a wedding on Friday, and at some point I have to figure out how to make mashed potatoes, clean my house, and make me feet presentable for the general public. I need to accept my limitations and know that blogging probably isn’t going to happen.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!