|11:02 am - Thanksgiving|
I am thankful for the love and support of my family (especially chosen family!) and friends.
I may be liveblogging the Macy's Parade now, so if you read something you don't like, um, whatever. Be thankful you can read! Anyway, I will save as I go along so you can revel in my snark.
Don't get me wrong... I love this parade. Otherwise I wouldn't watch it. But I am a snarky creature at heart.
Is it totally weird that I think the new lead singer of Menudo will be totally hawt when he grows up? More importantly, do I care?
Stolen from Stori Lundi, As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!
The Nutcracker Suite should not be played by marching bands.
Yesterday, a turkey in Hagerstown wanted donuts. Yes, a REAL turkey, not a redneck. And really, is that so much to ask? I'd like a donut myself.
The Cartoon Network float is making me clutch my head like a stunned monkey. It could be the idea that all these critters are someone's imaginary friend. I don't know anyone whose imaginary friend was so wrong.
OHNOES! A giant silver
robot rabbit! Dude, I'm gonna have nightmares.
Ashley Tisdale is cute. I wonder if she's singing or lip synching. AND there's a giant rhino menacing her.
Why am I not drinking?
No, really, why am I not drinking?
I cannot possibly be the only person who noticed that the new "Healthy Mr. Potato Head" looks dangerously like Al Roker.
I wonder if those broomstick horses vibrate. That would explain why the cowboys are so happy.
Al Roker says, "blah blah blah [a whole bunch of] Eagle Scouts..." I say, "Eagle Scouts? Can any of them TIE FUCKING KNOTS?!?"
Hurray! Ponies! (Well, horses, actually).
Pikachu, I choose you!
If I ever hallucinate Mr. Peanut, I'm gonna scream. Loudly.
Wynona Judd looks tired. I am pretty sure she's lip synching... poorly. Even the spouse, who is not musically adept, commented about it.
It's Santa Claus! The man must be dying in that costume. It's 60°F out. He sure looks cheerful, though.
Gordon says we have to leave to go to Thanksgiving dinner, so I will not see the dog show. Waaah!
Ugh, my hair needs to be shampooed. Guess I will go do that.
Current Mood: cheerful