It’s getting on 10:30, and I’m stuck for things to post, so this post will be incredibly short.
Keeping with the theme, though, I spoke to Joy the other day about Thanksgiving.
“So what time should I be over,” I asked. Joy always has Thanksgiving over at her house. One, because my house is too small and, two, I hate people coming over my house.
“Who said we were having Thanksgiving here?”
“Goddamn him. Well, yeah, I guess your invited, then. Whenever you come over is fine.”
She sounded upset.