Turkey Roundup
Turkey Eve:
Number of frantic turkey roasting-related emails from siblings: 1
Number of Miller High Lifes consumed at club: 4
favorite dangling earrings lost while shaking tail feathers to Brit Pop: 1
Teeth chipped while drinking aforementioned and dancing at a club: 1
Number of "you know you're a redneck" jokes resulting from aforementioned: 20
Turkey Day:
Quantity of Agatha Christie mysteries read back to back on sofa while avoiding looking at the chipped toof: 4
Poundage of squash baked into a casserole: 8 pounds
Regularity guaranteed until: 2008
Amount of time spent at straggler dinner before first dirty joke: 15 minutes
Number of big dogs at dinner: 5
Pieces of toffee cake and pumpkin pie consumed after a brisk walk: 1 each
Post-turkey:
Hours spent round trip in car to visit pater: 7
Friends caught up with on phone during journey: 3
Amount of turkey shoved off on father and aunt: half of a 16 pounder and all the dark meat
Quantity of potatoes consumed by Megarita: approximately 4 metric tons (counting both jacketed/twice baked AND my own mashers)
Amount of sausage stuffing forced to consume by self because Thanksgiving was veggier than anticipated: an entire casserole
Number of phone calls or visits from he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken (aka the Grinch Who Screwed Thanksgiving and Everyone Else Apparently): 0
Number of hours needed at the gym to make a dent in what I've done to my body: incalculable
Number of hours slept Friday night: 10
posted by Megarita @ 10:50 AM
6 Comments:
I slept a lot too. I'm glad that you had a good time, and I wish that I had caught up with you on the phone.
Sounds like a successful Thanksgiving. It is awesome that the chipped tooth didn't slow you down. You are a champion...my friend.
Amount of calories consumed on "the" day of gluttony: 400.
I'm most jealous of the Christie books and the sausage stuffing.
MA--These were non-email, non-blogger friends, I fear. Hence the marathon convos!!
LC--I'm also WAY MORE VAIN than I thought. But no, nothing stops me eating my weight in mushy warm carbs. NOTHING.
Cube!--Damn, chica, are you ill? Uncool. I hope you are better or have stopped fasting.
JB--What, no chipping for you? Coward. I ate the last of that divine ambrosia yesterday and actually felt relieved and sated. Let the madness end!
Sounds like a truly successful Thanksgiving. Well done Meg, well done.
(Are we going to see a pic of you with the chipped tooth? Screw vanity--show it!)
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