thanksgiving was so full of turkey i’m still digesting it i think. i left the city for the town, scranton, where my relatives live, for a wonderful family feast. it seems though no matter how many a pounder our turkey is it manages to leave the plate (which of course has a turkey on it) as fast as my aunt gingerly places it on the themed tablecloth. us weekly of our turkey week would have had my aunt’s new puppy front and center. she’d be perfect for the trash filled “magazine” because she’s been in her new home a week and it’s already clear that she’s a diva. the highlight of the meal was when definitely gracie (diva) found her way onto the table and licked clean my great aunt’s plate with unbeatable speed. it was clear right then she fit perfectly with the rest of the family scheme. my aunt and i were in such hysterics we couldn’t even move to stop scrappy doo from bulldozing through the all of the contents of great aunt’s kate spade lime green trimmed plate. what can you say the pup has got fine taste. after we all emptied our plates (not as fast scrappy) we took a much needed rest.

i fell asleep at five pm and resurfaced at nine pm but then of course i could not find my way back to sleep. so i turned on the television and hopelessly flipped through the channels that is until i saw the light, well a light my iphone: it was a text from my sister proclaiming that our beloved hey arnold had manifested itself to netflix instant play. there was not a show that better exemplified our childhood then the odd quirkiness of a story based on the unrequited love between angry blondie and a boy with a football shaped head. and of course my dad sister and i proudly did gerald and arnold's handshake at any opportunity we got. after nearly passing out from the news i turned off the tv and flipped open my laptop to my netflix homepage. and there it was all four seasons at my finger tips. i began with well the beginning and i went bananas. literally because the first iconic episode is of gerald and arnold in their fruit costumes for helga’s play. i got lost in central park with arnold and before i knew it was 4 am and i was arising for black friday. and i finally figured out why it’s called black friday because it’s still freakin’ dark when we start the escapades of shopping ie killing each other for a striped cardigan at the gap. my goals were not as highly met as the previous year but despite that it was a terrifying, overwhelmingly, fun day that went from 4 am to 8 pm.

for f*cks sake