Some of you already know my embarrassing story of the week. Others are in for a hearty little giggle today.
So, there I was, reeeeaally early Monday morning (like 5am early) and I wake up in a full on panic attack. (I get those from time to time) The kind of attack that leaves one breathless, scared half to death that a heart attack is totally underway. Sometimes these happen to me for no apparent reason, but that was not the case (or maybe it was, actually) the other day. I woke up knowing that I had forgotten Thanksgiving. That it was *this* Thursday, and hadn’t planned, hadn’t purchased and hadn’t invited anyone. I anxiously awaited a suitable time to start making the phone calls (I don’t think potential guests would have been impressed with a 5am phone call, you?). I rushed to the market and bought tons of things and reserved my turkey at the butcher. Still in a panic, I began the list . A sort of play by play of what I need to do and when to orchestrate this grand feast for family and friends that I had only a couple of days to prepare for. I was feeling a little better, still freaked the eff out that I had so little time, but hey.
Fast forward to yesterday morning. Again, my internal body monster clock decided that 5am would be a fascinating and wonderful time to be awake. You know, since there’s so much to do at that time of day. Obviously, I logged onto the computer to go through my Google reader. Duh, no brainer, right? The thing is, my homepage is My Yahoo. On which I have my calender, links, news, etc. So I glance over at the calender and am all like, “WTF isn’t Thanksgiving listed for Thursday?! That’s so weird!” I clicked on next week’s Thursday, and there it was. “Thanksgiving, US.” Can someone PLEASE tell me why I am such a mental case? Kthx.
At any rate, the food is bought, the guests are invited. We ARE celebrating a week early (on Friday, actually, because of work schedules, etc). So look for some Pre-T-Day fare over the next few days.