mamahog 'n the lets

now that i'm living with a macyank i apparently have to serve mashed potatoes (? really? just mash?) with roast (or deep fried if he gets his hands on a bigger saucepan) turkey (or rather chicken, as we've been having trouble locating turkeys here in turkey), and watch american fumbleball all evening.

good grief.

oh well, i can think of worse things to be doing.... thank goodness i've got chicken, potatoes, gravy browning and a yummy family to enjoy it all with!
AND, the 2 herniated disks which threw themselves out centrally and made me into a screaming, crying, swearing and wheelchair/sofa bound, metre-rule wielding madwoman for the last week have begun to ease themselves towards their proper resting place.
and i can stand up straight again.

just in time to cook.

so while i hobble on over to my physiotherapist before starting on the bird stuffing, i wish all the other americans i know a very happy day, full of food, the giving of thanks and fumbleball.
and while the bird's in the oven and before the guests arrive, i'll ask you to go over and improve your mind while giving away some free food, to others. so that they might be thankful too.


go on! it's fun, charitable and educational all in one. definitely one more thing to be thankful for.

along with:
brilliant physiotherapists.
enough food to make us slightly in need of the world most expensive gym.
gorgeous, healthy and helpful children.
a macyummy who doesn't really mind what i cook, but is cute/tricky enough to inspire me to do what he wants.
male nurses who have the kind of drugs that make me very happy to have needles in my arse.
spuds.
cheese.
sunshine.
my fabulous group of girlfriends who came to my rescue and laughed as i hobbled and screamed and waved my stick, and cried.
my helper galina, who suprised and massaged cream into me and helped get me stuff without complaining once.
my new camera.
the knowledge that my family will be coming over for christmas.
pear juice.
my truly invaluable wooden metre-rule.

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sadly i can't be with you today.

but i can give you the next best thing:





isn't she
pretty

oops! but what was she thinking??

now hurry back baby, with new technology, and take pictures of the fatblob. i'll still look a little like this with the right lense, stockings (over it) and half a bottle of vodka ;)

happy birthday mactoyboy.
i love this time of year when for 10 days you are only half a decade younger than me.

but at any age...infinity.
in trousers.
found.

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snotting buggery.

i'b bin dzick egged. as as de yashosh.

but wid de nazal spway ud bitabins is geddid a bit beda.

i was gettin wreally frustraded, and cross wiv de messy 'apartmed, so i'b bid boovig de furniture, ad decoratigs. so at least de 'ouse is lookid better now.

but by boyfreds id maclaysia.

ad i'b got to go back to work toboro.

so ab 'opig the wild 'edache and bonkers bind wondering will stop.

sorry. i do this hurts to read but fuck it. i'b dick. and i hate chicken soup so don't eben try.

i will be back to share sub of de wild bind wonderigs when i don't soud quite so paffe'ic.

bye.

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