Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!

I'm really sorry I've been such a poop head lately. I promise I will get my act together. I feel like I'm living on the brink of tears every given moment of the day, and it's really hard to explain and I know it's hard for anybody to sympathize when I should be able to snap out of it already. The Happy Camper pills are working a little, I think. But it's only been 3 days. Give me a good week and I'll let you know. It doesn't help that I'm PMSing right here at Thanksgiving and Haven's been making herself even more crazy by coming over practically every night to shove comfort food down my throat. Nothing says love like mashed potatoes with a full stick of butter...broccoli with a full stick of butter...sausage that's been cooked with a full stick of butter. I love you, too, Haven.

I promise I'm working on fixing my head, but it's just going to take me another minute or two. Please don't get mad at me and please bear with me.

Hosting Thanksgiving at my house tomorrow. J-Si and Kinsey are coming, as well as my neighbors Linda and Shirley, John minus Mark, and Nanny Laura will be here. Josh and his wife are stopping by because they have dinner plans later. Shanon might stop by. I forgot to ask her before she left work today. I've got lots of champagne for mimosas just in case I screw up everything I'm cooking. My plan is to get them tipsy before they dive in. Doesn't all food taste better when you're a little buzzed? I'm making my mama's macaroni and cheese, my Mother Price's cornbread, my sister-in-law Lori's broccoli casserole, and my mama's peach cobbler. Wish me luck. And happy Thanksgiving!

XO
Kellie