Another Thanksgiving Day is over. Sigh. John and I went over to my friend Fonda’s house. She and her hubby made quite a spread, including a 20-lb. turkey (for five people) and homemade pecan pie. I missed eating a few of my favorites– yams/marshmallows and pumpkin pie– but certainly, I was thrilled not to have to lift a finger. It rocks to have friends who love to cook super tasty foods. So, I had a good time. Fonda and I just hung out upstairs while the guys watched Under Siege, some tacky action flick featuring a woman with “delicious titties.” Gross terminology but whatever.

Two days later I’m still stuffed silly. I’m like in that dangerous mode now, where you’re stuffed 24-7. I hit the sack full and wake up full. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from eating large, hearty meals throughout the day. I’m on auto-pilot to destruction, really. The day after Turkey Day, I craved Windy City Pizza, so that’s where we went for lunch. I hit the Safeway bakery searching for the elusive pumpkin pie– all sold out until Saturday. Instead, I settled for the Its-It ice cream. Like I said, I’m on the path to oblivion. Pizza, ice cream, and a movie (The Breakup) the day after Thanksgiving… the perfect lazy-ass day. Oh, we did actually go outside. Before lunch, we took the pups to a new dogpark in Palo Alto, and I test drove the Civic hybrid. I’m still on the fence about the hybrid…

Today, we’re going to try being more mobile. I suggested checking out the horse races down the street, but he’s opting for walking around downtown. I think he’s going to win out. God, downtown is going to be crazy decked out with Christmas shit. Oh well, I have to “get into the spirit” some time or another. 😛