Scene: Harriet�s kitchen at breakfast AJ: I counted to 1500 by fives last night. Harriet: While you were in bed trying to sleep? AJ: I wasn�t trying to sleep. I was just thinking. * * * * * AJ is very excited that we are having a party tomorrow. He has made placecards for all the guests � boy pilgrim hats with white buckles cut out of construction paper for the boys and feathered headbands for the girls. The latter design was a compromise, due to the fact that we couldn�t figure out how to make girl pilgrim hats that looked like anything but a botched cutting exercise. The weather is strangely un-Novemberish. It�s 50 degrees and climbing and they�re saying it might make it to the mid-60s tomorrow. This bodes well for the annual backyard football game. It is, however, making me feel like a martyr for staying inside and cooking and cleaning all day. If only I can make others sorry for me. Then that might work in my favor. I�m hoping to sucker Mr. Spy into washing the windows, which are perpetually sticky from exploratory 5-year-old fingers and noseprints of an allergy-prone cat. Nothing ruins a good day like trying to chisel cat snot off a 35-year-old window. AJ and The Girl Next Door are outside in their shirtsleeves drawing assorted Thanksgiving pictures in chalk on the driveway. Mr. Spy is at the library. It�s a little too quiet in here. I�m waiting for something to explode. Just as long as it�s not the turkey. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Stay tuned to this space tomorrow for the annual report of the pie:people ratio!
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