. . . and make me feel better!
Seriously, I know that I’m lucky to have my prince, Mr. S, to share the day with. But I’m also a little disppointed that no invitations were forthcoming for Thanksgiving. His parents are dead, and some of his siblings have their own grandchildren, so they’ve all splintered off into their own celebrations. (And quite frankly, they’re not really our type anyway.) My mom and dad are off snowbirding, and there’s a similar splinter effect in my family. So it’s not even the family I miss – just the gatherings. We would have liked to host a “second Thanksgiving” gathering for friends this weekend, but Mr. S’s new job schedule has him working Fri-Sun, so that’s out. And even if we could afford to put out the feed bag and invite a bunch of people for the day itself, all of our local friends have their own family gatherings to go to. Poop.
Thought we had a bite the other day – one of my best buds, who is the ultimate hostess and whose sister is visiting for a month, e-mailed to say (1) “Gee, we need to get together soon!” and (2) “What are you guys doing for T-giving?” (She knows that we essentially have no family, and we’ve always gotten along great with their family; we even spent one Christmas with them. So a T-giving invite didn’t seem unreasonable.) I replied with “That would be great!” and “Eh, nothing, really.” I’ve heard nothing from her since. (And yes, I followed the “Inviting People for Thanksgiving” thread with some interest.) Yeah, who am I to expect to be invited, but it just seemed like she would. I get cabin fever sometimes, working at home, and the holiday seemed like a nice opportunity to take a break and visit with the people we never seem to have time to see. Double poop.
So Mr. S and I are going with our original plan, which is to break out the cookbooks we’ve been collecting recently and try some new things: I’d like to make samosas and risotto, and maybe try something with phyllo dough, and he wants to pan-fry some chicken like his mom used to do. We may break out the beading supplies and make some stuff for fun. Maybe break out the Trivial Pursuit. Maybe have a roll in the hay. 
Definitely play with the dogs. And have a toasty fire in the woodstove. And one December weekend I hope to throw together another cookie-decorating party. I know, you have to invite to get invited!
I hate myself for feeling pouty; I know I’ll have a much more pleasant day than a lot of people, and I’m always a grateful person (if only subconsciously today 
). I already feel a little better than I did this afternoon, and perhaps by tomorrow I’ll be reasonably cheery.
So please, stay-at-home couples, tell me about your plans and show me that we’re not freaks!
