Good Morning and Happy Thanksgiving Eve, Kittens.
To get you in the mood for the most important aspect of the holiday, watch this. Repeatedly.
Yesterday was quite productive. There are two openings at a certain federal agency where I have always wanted to work. I finished one application yesterday and will work on the other one this week (with the goal of submitting it by COB Friday). I am qualified for both positions, and for one of them, I feel I am uniquely qualified. We shall see ...
In the evening, I headed over to Mike's. He made quesadillas. I drank lots of wine (oops). Then, I came home.
As for the scathing Y blogpost, let's just say I thought better of it. The gist was that I am annoyed that, even though we are broked-up, he still expects me to be some sort of emotional support system for every minor crisis he has. I do not want that role, tyvm.
My plans for today are as follows:
I must start prepping for the Late Night All-Pie Thanksgiving Extravaganza and Game Night. Somewhere between 8 and 4 BILLioN people will be in attendance, which puts VUBOQ's Cocktail Party Alert System somewhere between "guarded" and "OM-FORKING-GOD PANIC PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANIC!!!!" Should be a good time. Don't you want to come? Bring pie, booze, and games!
More later (perhaps). *smooches*