If you are invited to a holiday meal and are put in charge of mashed potatoes, please tell me if you plan on bringing instant mashed potatoes. I will then make the potatoes myself. In addition to the three pies and sweet potato casserole. Because really? They are not that difficult, not that expensive, and seriously, it’s Thanksgiving dinner. And instant mashed potatoes suck.

(Secret: You can buy both frozen and refrigerated mashed potatoes that are quite decent if you really are that incapable of mashing potatoes.)

Do not mistake the leftover canned pumpkin for the leftover sweet potato casserole the Monday after Thanksgiving. You will be very disappointed.

Yesterday the horse I fell off of when I broke my ankle colicked. They couldn’t save him. He was a good horse.

Two weeks ago, Orion knocked a bottle of tequila off of the top of the cabinets (which is where I keep my liquor) and somehow also managed to knock two of my good wine glasses to the floor. They were in a cabinet. The first thing I did was cry.

I got a new (to me) computer a few weeks ago. (PB’s company had gotten a huge donation of them and was selling them cheap.) I had it for 2 days before I broke it. Good thing I have a personal tech support guy.

Someone un-friended me on facebook this week. I only know because I had been at 200 friends. I’m not upset about it, especially considering I have no idea who it was. I hide a lot of people on my friends list.

But not you. You are not hidden. Promise!

Text message of the week: “I just saw a student walking across campus in tights. No skirt. Tights are not pants! Also, it’s cold!”