Turkey et al: the Thanksgiving recap

Woke up with a sore throat, a sneezing fit, and an Alcatraz-rock on my shoulder. Consequently, greeted the 9am hour and my mother as Raging Bitch Jill. Vaguely remember attempting to watch the Macy's parade on the living room TV for all of 30 seconds, after which I pulled a fleece blanket over my head and beat the demented teddy bear woven into it. Eventually, I showered. I even blow-dried my hair.

Seethed on the computer for a while but did not take advantage of any of my friends who would have let me vent my wrath upon them. Asked Casey to call me buttface. Went to Brooklyn to have dinner with my father's side of the family. Shared my chocolate turkey with my godfather, Uncle Bags. Ate. Took a bunch of photos, none of which I am particularly pleased with.

Asked my brother for batting lessons. He basically told me that my years of wiffle-ball training and pretty decent hand-eye coordination don't mean beans unless I increase my upper body strength. In brain-storming fitness options, I recalled that I really liked going to the rock-climbing gym. Unfortunately, of the two people I took the belaying class with, one is my ex-boyfriend (a great guy, but I'm thinking we should not be rock-climbing together) and the other lives in Florida. Thus began the brain-storming of every human I know in the NYC-Northern NJ area as possible climbing partners. None came to mind as a potentially willing partner. Time for Jill to make a new belaying friend.

Played Uno Spin. It's advertised as "The Uno classic card game goes revolutionary!" Riiiiiight. Has anyone played this game? Revolutionary, not the first adjective that comes to mind. How about ass-backwards? That works. Idiotic? Check. Does a fancied-up version of Crazy 8's really require a wheel? Um, no. Then again, Hangman didn't exactly require a wheel but Merv Griffin died a kazillionaire and Vanna White's a peroxide deity.

I did have fun playing Uno Spin, mostly because it was ridiculously amusing that we had to read the directions before and after every player's turn. Plus, there were two flavors of Haagen Dazs on the table. White chocolate raspberry truffle is a damn good flavor. We should have played Spit. I now want to play Spit.

I'm home now. My throat is still sore. I'm going to have a cup of tea and go to sleep. Happy Friday, people.