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ten pm, the day after thanksgiving. am still digesting. have managed, however, to secure myself a couch and a very comfortable boyfriend who is willing to type this out for me as I talk into his neck.

even if he is typing without the shift key. how well do i know you, huh?

the twins are still hellions and way too interested in jono's mutation. if they develop telepathy, the world is doomed. i'm not being cute; we're all doomed. that doesn't mean they're not still my favourites, however. i'm so glad i let mama convince me to take the four days off.

and by convince i mean badgerbadgerbadgerbadger.

(mushroom, mushroom)

i have no idea what jono just typed there and refuse to take responsibility for it.

my mom makes better turkey than your mom. however, unlike the rest of the world, the word 'leftovers' does not exist in the guthrie residence.

jay and kyle and jeb are ridiculously adorable in that one of them is going to end up dead sort of way. just thought you should know. that, and i've managed to stay alive while not killing anyone at the same time.

there is much to be thankful for, indeed.