In which we celebrate the holiday like typical Americans: by overeating, sleeping, and watching million-dollar movies on high-end entertainment equipment.

Jay-rob and Mr. B slept most of the day yesterday.

I sat around in my pajamas with my mom; she did embroidery, I knitted, we talked. I finished a skein of wool and was going to start another when I realized I’d brought the wrong color with me – I guess I won’t be finishing that particular knitted sheep this weekend.

Dinner was around four and we all over-ate. (This is the recipe we used for the turkey.) I didn’t eat any turkey, of course, but I had mashed potatoes (and I even ate gravy, because it was my mom’s gravy and one eats what one’s mother makes) and a massive salad… and most of the contents of the munchie trays – I could probably survive on olives and celery and radishes for days.

Mom declared she’d cooked and wasn’t setting foot back in the kitchen again, so Mr. B and Jay-rob and I got most of the dishes handled. And then the movie marathon began: Willie Wonka, War Of The Worlds, and Batman Begins. Mr. B and and three pillows and three dogs and I held the floor down throughout. We stopped every so often for drinks or snacks or smoke breaks. The TV here is pretty huge and the stereo system doesn’t suck. Is there anything more lazy and comfortable than your mom’s house?

Doug & Mom during the Turkey Day film festival

This morning I slept ’til half past ten, then Mr. B came and woke me up for the third goddamned time since the sun came up. I hate him. So I got up out of that nice heated waterbed, put on my slippers, and made a beeline for the coffee maker. (They don’t drink coffee here – it’s a tea drinking house – so we’re using this little dinky 4-cup Mr. Coffee coffee maker which basically makes 2 mugs at a time.) Then, miracles of miracles, Mr. B decided to cook breakfast for me. (An English muffin with veggie sausage, scrambled eggs, jack cheese and a slice of tomato, and a side of hash browns. Fuckin’ A, can I get a hell yeah?)

I’m almost out of vodka, might actually have to leave the house today.

(Sin: Eragon was okay – I liked it. Eldest is pretty good, maybe a little better than the first book. I doubt it’d make your Top 100 Books of the Year list or anything, but it’s worth the time to read it.)