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Better late than never

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

My Thanksgiving this year was pretty much all but non-existent. I had a bowl of Campbell's chicken noodle soup and a pepsi (very festive). That was fine with me, though. Mike and Amanda went to her uncle's for most of the day to have dinner with them, so I was pretty much by myself for the bulk of the day. I just kicked back and relaxed. I DID miss being back home with the people that I would usually see this time of year. A few people from work invited me over to celebrate with their families, but that's just awkward. But, in the end, I will not have gone without my turkey dinner. Tonight, Amanda made us a nice post-Thanksgiving dinner with all the extras. We barely fit it all on the table. It was really good. I couldn't eat another bite if I tried. Anyway, I just thought it was a really sweet gesture. That's all.

Oh, one more thing, Pauley Shore was in work sitting around for about a half an hour or more last night and girls were going crazy for him. He actually had a small group of girls asking him to sign their clothing and a shoe. What's that all about? It's Pauley Freakin' Shore! I don't get it...

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