Thanksgiving with my parents, aka, Thanksgiving with the Odd Couple. Somewhere between yesterday at 5PM when I last spoke with my mother and when I arrived at my parents' place today, Mom changed her mind about the restaurant, so we had Thanksgiving dinner (or lunch, given it was just before 1PM) at that all-American standard, Big Boy. And might I just say, we had very fast service being three of about ten people in the restaurant at the time? (The others were there obviously just for coffee and a chat). My Thanksgiving dinner consisted of a Belgian waffle with strawberries, Mom had a veggie omelet, and Dad had fish and chips. Not a family big on society's traditions are we.
We went back to their place and Dad was raving about Wii Bowling as soon as we set foot in the house. Now, I knew it burned my dad's toast that my mom is
so good at Wii Bowling, given that bowling has been his sport of sports his entire life. But I had no idea how much so until we started bowling. Mom started out with a 4-5-10 split, which I declared was a real bummer. My mom said, "That's okay. I get this split a lot with the way I throw the ball." "She's had that split 37 times but she's only picked it up 13. Because she won't listen to me when I tell her how to fix it!" yells dad from the back of the living room. I turn to see that my dear father is keeping a freaking NOTEBOOK of all the throws he and my mom have made. Every possible combination of pins is in that book, each with it's own page, and a hash mark for every time he or Mom have thrown it. Another annotation for if they actually made it.
Dear GOD, my parents need a fucking Wii Bowling recovery program, stat.
Luckily (!), my cold was worse today and it was obvious that I was not feeling great. I got away with only three games of listening to Dad barking over my shoulder and mom "helping" from the couch: "Move over one dot or you'll never make this shot.... oh see, now you should have listened to me." "Move to your left... more... more... okay, turn one click to the right... more... another click..." Uncharacteristically, Mom was very well behaved, without antagonizing Dad too much. Though she did accidentally stick out her foot while Dad was on his approach once and throw him off so that he missed a shot. At least she said it was an accident, but her cackling afterward was awfully suspicious.
After that it was apple pie. Then pumpkin pie. (Mom loves to bake). And then I rifled through the Black Friday ads for the coupons I wanted. Unlike some Black Friday shoppers, I shop with purpose and am rarely persuaded away from my list. I know what I want, get in and get out, and move on to the next store. I was born without a shopping gene and am not one to "just check stuff out".
Afterward, I came home to watch some "Are You Being Served?" on the DVR and chill with the Sith kitties. I'm still not feeling great, despite another go with the netti pot, so I'll see how I feel when the alarm goes off at 3AM; I may take a pass on the super early sales this year. Really, my goal this year is to buy work clothes for myself. Now that I'm involved in more committees and training and representing the hospital at various functions, I need another business suit and something nicer than just-beyond-casual-Friday. I loathe clothes shopping with the fiery heat of a thousand suns, but at least I can do it for 60-70% off and it will be over with in a couple of hours. Even if it has to be at oh-my-gawd in the morning.