My kitchen smells like burnt bread and that “Thank You India” song by Alanis Morrissette is playing on repeat in my head, so that must mean it’s Thanksgiving times! Or as my mom says after she’s had a few glasses of Andre, Tanksgiven! For those of you who don’t celebrate it, Happy Booze Until You Barf Out All Your Internal Organs Day (aka every single day of the week)!
And there really is a lot I’m thankful for this year. A zillion things like silver, foxes, mothers, frosting, the circus, animals, cookies, Sharpies, lucite, heels, ginges, abuelitas, keyboards, cats, moons, chicken, cutlets and of course, all of you hos who continue to read my mostly incoherent crazy rants and put up with my annoying obsessions with everything I just listed. So, tank you. Oh, and in case you didn’t figure it out, that last picture is an artist’s rendering of you.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!