If this guy wasn’t so skinny, I’d say that this was me. But I’m NOT skinny. And I am late today. Late with everything. It’s been one of those Mondays. Any Monday that’s the first day of the month is always bad, but to have it hit you after a four day weekend that totally exhausted you on its own. . . it’s been a Late Monday ALL day.

But here I am. We survived Thanksgiving! No trip to the cabin this year with the ex’s family, although I hear that we did miss some really funny (or not so funny) moments. We were missed and that was really nice to hear. Even though we missed the reunion, Thanksgiving still turned out okay. The food was all fabulous. . . if I say so myself. I was too busy running at warp speed to get any pictures. Well, except for the pie disaster as seen below.

I’m all about keeping it real. And real means this. If this had happend 20 years ago, I’d have had a meltdown. But these days, I just laugh and shrug my shoulders because I know me. . . and accidents like this F.O.L.L.O.W. ME. And to think that my oldest boy wants me to do YouTube videos of my cooking. Hahahahahaha! They’d be considered Comedy, not Cooking. Here, I had the brilliant idea of putting the pies on a cookie sheet just in case they spilled over (Hey, I’m paranoid after my mom’s birthday cake episode) and I was in no mood to be cleaning my oven the night before Thanksgiving when I was going to need my oven at 8am. No – so I used a cookie sheet for any spillage that should run amuck.

I have to preface this with the fact that I have probably a half a dozen brand new cookie sheets (Can we say “CloseOut Sale”?). But NO. Do I choose one of the new ones? NO! I do not. I chose the oldest, rattiest one I own. I plopped the pies on there and baked for 30 minutes. Two pecan pies, I might add. With pecans rolling in at a whopping $6.99 for two cups. The cookie sheet that I chose WARPED in the oven. I don’t know how it did it. But it WARPED. Sending one pie spilling all of its contents all over the cookie sheet and up under the one pie that remained level. So this is what you get when you use a cookie sheet that’s so old you should set it out to pasture. . . which I DID. The bastard messed up my pie! It had to GO!

So this is just to let you all know. . . . I am a total mess in the kitchen. There can’t possibly be video taken. PLUS – when I sat down to Thanksgiving dinner, I LOOKED like I’d just been rung OUT and hung up to dry. There was no June Cleaver in her pretty dress and well coifed hair, no Betty Crocker looking fresh as a new day. No – there was rung OUT and hung up to dry ME. (I changed into a clean t-shirt people!) And I was SO tired that I couldn’t even eat. For people that know me – THAT’S TIRED. I was in constant motion that day for 14 hours and when I went to bed that night. . . . I died. Only to get up and start over.

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Oldest, my guest blogger from time to time, Chris, went out shopping on Black Friday with some girlfriends of his. They had a schedule and a plan and I gave him a credit card to use. I informed him that if he FOUND a Wii Fit, to purchase that sucker. And he FOUND ONE!! How fun! I had no idea. I’ve heard about them from friends, but had no idea how it could really be fun because the word “exercise” is like a four-letter word to a Nun. But let me tell you. . . just watching my super-competitive kids on this thing is HYSTERICAL!! And don’t even THINK they’re going to let their MOM beat them at a stinkin’ video game. Forget about it. (Use your best New York accent on that one)

THIS consumed the entire rest of the weekend!! I’m not lying. Aside from a few errands on Saturday and making Turkey and Dumplings on Sunday, NOTHING else was done this weekend. Then Monday morning came. . . a really bad Monday. . . and I was too tired and too sore to drag my turkey-laiden behind out of the bed. But I did it. And have been behind ever since. This picture is us in order; Adam the youngest, Chris the oldest, me, and Michelle, Adam’s girlfriend. I like the Wii Fit simply because it made me the littlest one. I’ve never been the littlest anything. THAT, my friends, is how to motivate this girl.

Excuse me while I go work off my turkey-laiden behind, please. Then tell me how YOU spent your holiday weekend.