Thanksgiving Roundup

Back in Seattle now, so I can manage a coupla photos here on my computer. Hang on, lemme just put on Atlantic Starr's Masterpiece...aww yeah. Now is time to write a little something. In retrospect, being home was much better than I made it sound a few days ago. A week is, of course, too little time to see everyone so it feels like you're bouncing around from place to place trying to make appearances. Making appearances is for Paris Hilton and, to tell you the truth, I've never really been a fan.

On the bright side, though, all family and friends are doing pretty well, enjoyed success with the holiday cooking and I had one of the greatest shower experiences of my life just last night. A woman's apartment is so different from a man's. In my shower there is a bar of Dial, a Mach 3 razor and a 90% empty bottle of brand-X dandruff shampoo turned upside-down to make sure every last drop can be squeezed out. Contrast this to Brian's girlfriend's roommate's shower which she graciously let us guys use after playing basketball (yes, one at a time). This was my first shower with clear walls instead of frosted which meant I could observe myself in the bathroom mirror. Ooh, but what about steam fogging up the glass? Guess what? There was a SQUEEGEE HANGING ON THE WALL!! That's right, baby. Wipe down the wall and check out that body in all its glory! And I haven't even gotten to the bath products. Do all women have 30 different shampoos, conditioners and bath gels in their shower? Am I displaying my naivete by asking that question? Well, point is, I tried all that stuff and came out smelling like a lime/hibiscus/vanilla/rose-something or other. Whatever, it was great. When I get paid, the first thing I'm gonna do is femme up my shower. Okay, here are some photos:


It's Stouffer's macaroni, but I made the rest, really!


Rosita and Uncle Hector like it


Mom and Dad like it


This is how you know it was good.