Happy Thanksgiving!

I’m giving thanks that yesterday’s bank drama is over. It reminds me of when I was living in San Francisco and had come to Vegas on vacation, where I won $1000 playing video poker. I brought the money home in hundred dollar bills. I deposited $900 in cash in the ATM…and the deposit went missing. Luckily, they found it and all was right with my world again. Remember yesterday when I was talking about how my debit card charges had gone through, which was really strange? Well, they went through, then the bank charged me SEVEN overdraft fees of $22 each. I’ve had that account for 13+ years and it’s never spoken the o-v-e-r-d-r-a-f-t word before. Anyway, my new banker buddy (it’s odd making new friends when someone fixes something that shouldn’t have been broken in the first place) reversed all of the charges. My piddly bank account has returned to its former, untainted with overdraft charges, glory.

Yesterday, Leigh-Ann and I went to Whole Foods to pick up the family turkey. Last year we’d ordered one of their prepared meals for two, and it was the best turkey we’d ever tasted. So, this year, we ordered one for the whole family. We picked up our Diestel turkey yesterday, after being sent all over the store to wait in different lines. It could’ve been annoying, but the employees and the customers were in a good mood, so it just felt like socializing with nice people. Because it was Whole Foods, it also gave us fond memories of San Francisco. The people who shop at Whole Foods aren’t your average Von’s or Albertsons’ customers. And since it was a long day, we thought we’d buy some of the fabulous looking mac & cheese from their prepared foods section. We were a bit frazzled by the crowds, so we didn’t even look at the price until we got home. That was the most expensive mac & cheese we’ve ever had. It was $12.70 for the container. It was good, but a little too gloppy.

So, we’re heatin’ up the turkey (meaning, Leigh-Ann is heating up the turkey) and making stuffing (meaning, Leigh-Ann is making stuffing), then we’re going over to my brother and sister-in-law’s house to hang out with the family. Now that my parents are living only in Vegas, my mom will be making spaetzle, which we normally only get for Christmukkah. Yay, twice a year now.