THE CRUD

For some reason, either my guy or I get the crud around holidays. This Thanksgiving it was my turn.

So...No traveling to my brother's for fear of giving him the stuff. No turkey and fixings that my sister-in-law cooked without my help. No leftovers carried home to feast on later.

Instead, we had soup. And I lay on the sofa and watched the parade and dozed through football.

My guy was sweet though. I tried to send him to his sister's here in town, knowing she always cooks enough for extra guests. But he declined and stayed with me.

I think it was the football he wanted to see actually but...