This morning, I woke up super early and was greeted by a text from my mother saying that her friend, Ann, is waiting on a blog post. Perfect timing! My husband and children are sound asleep, the house is quiet, and I have a couple of interruption-free hours before the family frenzy swings into full gear. I headed towards the office and was greeted by this unsightly disaster:
Yes, friends, this is a casualty of having a computer geek for a husband. I can't exactly explain what is happening in these photos but I can say that my computer is open and there are small circuit boards (I think that's what they are called - I could certainly be wrong) on my husband's desk. When I first met my husband, I encountered a sight similar to this one on the floor of his parents' home office. He said "Don't mind that. I'm working on the computer". I remember thinking 'Huh?! What would possibly possess someone to open up the computer and dismantle it? Who does that?!' Here we sit, 14 years later, and I am just used to it. I am guessing this is his Christmas gift to me...last I knew he was pondering a couple of super romantic options including a computer upgrade or a remote starter for my car. Stop swooning ladies, he's taken.
Not knowing when I would have such beautiful, uninterrupted silence for blogging again, I decided to help myself to his computer. He hates when I do that. I even uploaded photos onto his computer. I'm skating on thin ice here, folks. I stopped short of installing photo editing software on his PC, because installing anything on his computer is strictly forbidden. I'm talking a marriage deal-breaker.
So I reluctantly used some free online photo editing software to throw together the following pathetic pictorial of our day yesterday just to hold you over until I can access my computer again.
Mama Hop hosted a lovely Thanksgiving meal. We were joined by her beloved cousin, John Perry, his wife, Jan, and their son - better known as "Godfather". As a testimony to the level of her faith in my culinary aptitude, my mother assigned me to make the fruit salad. I was moved by her vote of confidence in my ability to successfully cut up fruit (even though I still had to Google it - shhhhh! Don't tell!). To further demonstrate my kitchen competency, I even dropped a bottle of cabernet in my mom's driveway, forcing everyone to walk across broken glass and have a teetotaling Thanksgiving. No wonder Bon Appétit magazine keeps nagging me to write a gourmet cuisine and entertaining column.
Ah but beverage blunders notwithstanding, we had a wonderful time. I've got so much more to tell you about my mom and sister's visit and I'm even going to try to get Leanne over here to do a guest blog post if we can navigate our current technical uncertainties. But for now, I must get my chubby buns on the treadmill and work off some of yesterday's overindulgence. More fun stuff to come...watch out!