On How I Think I Might Want To Go Vegan

So this morning, I went over to help Holly put the lights on her tree. Her in-laws and some of Aaron's extended family were coming over to see their house. She wanted to at least have her tree up. We got the lights put on, and the mesh. It looked beautiful! They have such a cute house!

I left and came home...and brought some of our Christmas boxes down from the attic. I've been slowly getting things out. We have a large tree in our entry way, and it's pretty much done, but the tree that goes in our family room...I don't know where we are gonna put it this year. We've gotten some new furniture and moved some things around. I'm stressing about it a little.

First World problem, I know. I think I'm gonna wait until Jim goes to work on Monday, and then try to work it out.

The main goal of today was to watch the Razorbacks play Missouri. We were doing the happy dance at half-time, and we were doing the UNhappy dance the rest of the time. I totally think we should've won that game. We had two terrible awful calls that were so wrong that you would've had to have had your eyes closed to call them that way game-changers...and not for us...and it seemed like there was a little home cookin' goin' on there.

I'm not bitter about it at all.

My son-in-law was beside himself. Between his comments and Jim's comments...and Joshua's mumbling about the calls and the coaching and "put in the quarterback's brother," I was about to lose my mind.

Instead, we ordered pizza.

And it was Friday and it was good.

Speaking of food, I don't know what is wrong with me but I'm thinking I might have to go vegan. I LOVE turkey and I LOVE turkey left-overs, but this year? Can.not.make.myself.eat.it. This is huge, people. I don't know if it's because I had my hand up the turkey's rear-end for 10 minutes while I tried to get the neck, or whatever that disgusting thing is that is stuffed up inside the turkey, OUT of it...and I just lost the lovin' feelin' for the turkey...or what. I mean, I cook a turkey every year, and it never seems to bother me.

That's when I came up with the idea that I might want to go vegan.

Except, I would not be opposed to the occasional steak from The Outback. 

Or some shrimp. 

And the other thing is that I don't really like a wide variety of vegetables. I like potatoes, carrots, celery, potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, green beans and corn-on-the-cob. And potatoes. Did I say that already?

But "they" say that potatoes aren't good for you.

What do "they" know?

I have some chocolate-ship pound cake left over from the other day. Is that vegan?

Nevermind. Don't tell me.

"God saw all that He had made, and it was very good..." Genesis 1:31