I'm just going to start typing...

Maybe I'll write about how much of a struggle it is to print things out at my house. We have a wireless printer, but it works about 2 times out of ten. It always seems to flash "communication error" at the most inopportune times, like this morning when I was trying to print out my daughter's book report.

Maybe I'll write about despite the fact that my sister has hosted Thanksgiving for the past eighteen years my mom has called me at least four times in the past week or so to ask me if we'll be at my house or my sister's for Thanksgiving.

Or I could write about my six year old son and his current obsession with Mad Libs. Every adjective is either farty or stinky and every noun is either New York or Kleenex.

I am so looking forward to Thanksgiving. I finished up my grocery shopping today and wrote out a schedule for the next three days of what I will cook and when. It might just be my favorite holiday and this is perhaps my favorite ABC Special of all time. Remember the days before DVRs and VCRs and it really was special when Charlie Brown was on TV?

I was going to write a post titled Words With Husbands. My husband and I used to play a lot of card games in our pre-kid days. He always won. Always. No matter what game we played, my wins were rare. The only games I can ever beat him at are air hockey, occasionally bowling and now Words With Friends. I've won four games in a row and it's killing him.

I recently found the blog Letters of Note, which contains all kinds of letters from all kinds of folks. The one below is from Roald Dahl, written to a girl who was inspired by The BFG to send him one of her dreams in a bottle. Isn't it lovely?

And with that, I'm off to bed.

Tomorrow my to do list has three items: 1) Answer emails 2) Buy black and grey tights and 3) Make pie dough.