Due to my inlaws backing out on us for Thanksgiving in favor of her family, we were left with no plans. This was great in that I didn't have to cook again, but unfortunate that we had no plans. So we decided to order pizza. It turns out that despite the fact that I worked on Thanksgiving at Pizza Hut as a teenager, they are in fact closed. So Piglet and I went out in search of fast food on Thanksgiving night.
Being that it was 65 degrees, I put Piglet in the car without jacket or shoes. I won't even describe my appearance. We were merely headed for a drive thru. As luck would have it, nothing is open around here except for a Waffle House and a grocery store. I just couldn't face another turkey sandwich (remember, we had Fakesgiving last Saturday, so I'm on Day 6 of turkey), so I headed to the grocery store.
It was halfway through the store when I paused to assess my situation. I looked at Piglet - no shoes, dirty pants, belly hanging out of shirt, crust on face, yelling, "Gooooooooo!" and felt a bit embarrassed. It was only when I checked myself out in my house cleaning sweat suit, napped upon ponytail, and bandage where I half cut my finger off that I felt pretty WT. I'm sure the fact that I was gripping two frozen pizzas and a 6 pack of Bud Light while pushing a stroller didn't help.
It was really one of my better moments. My mom would be proud.
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