Post-Thanksgiving check-in

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I have not eaten myself to death. I did, however, come home with lots of leftovers and was welcomed by a very cuddly (and well-behaved!) kitty. I never cease to be amazed at the difference when I visit my parents' house, with Patches the invisible cat (invisible because at least 90% of the people who come to our house have never, ever seen her. One of my mom's friends claims that if my dad weren't there to vouch for the cat's existence, she'd think my mother had made the whole thing up).

It was one of our more depressing Thanksgivings, but we did get out the Christmas decorations and put up the tree, and today we baked cookies, so it was mostly a good weekend.

And then I did this meme, and all I can say is... the fuck? This is not me at all. In fact, this is pretty much the antithesis of me.