I’m chilling at the Michigan compound right now, basking in the warm glow of left-over lasagna, and I’m wondering: Will we be having cranberry ice at tomorrow’s festivities? I go both ways on the cran-ice. On one hand, I hate the brain freeze potential and the very popsicle nature of it; on the other, it’s super-fucking-tasty. I know for sure that we’ll be having pumpkin pie, and that’s all that really matters.

WHY I’M ANGRY TODAY

Can we just hold off until after Thanksgiving for the Christmas music, people? This might have something to do with being in the midwest right now, but I’ve already heard that brain-addling “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” twice. And goddamn it, I just got bitch-slapped by “Simply having a wonderful Christmas time.” Ow!

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