Already?

I love Thanksgiving.  It's my favorite-ever holiday, but this year it seems to have come out of nowhere!  I can't believe it's already that time of year!  We were making the lists today of what dishes we were having and I just feel like I haven't savored it enough.  But a roaring fire, some even-more-than-usually-long meals with the family, some wassail, and the smell of turkey (blegh) will doubtless cure of me of that.

Yes, remember?  I'm the weirdo who likes neither turkey nor pumpkin pie.  But being as Thanksgiving has an overabundance of food, it's not like I could possibly go hungry.  : )

Today I'm thankful for my memory.

For the sake of variety

I was switching some things around with my comments, because there have been some issues, and I decided to change my template to... pretty much white.  Could I get any more boring?  I guess not.  Regardless, that's what I decided I liked best.

For those of you who haven't heard about my trip, which would actually officially be all of you, it went mostly as follows: From Wednesday the 1st through Wednesday the 9th we were in England.  We mostly bummed around in London, however, we took a trip to Oxford on Lord's Day, and a day trip to Paris on Tuesday.  There were five of us, which ended out working well, only minus the fact that most of the train cars have the four-chairs-facing-each-other thing, so we'd have to split up a bit on the trains.  What worked really well is that we were loud enough so that in the evenings, as we took the train back to our kindly hosts' house, we would sort of scare off the other passengers from our train car, so we'd have the whole car to ourselves.  That was pretty nifty.

Also, while in Oxford one of the girls bought a New Oxford Dictionary of Slang or some such thing and we happened upon the definition of "crusty," which meant a group of unwashed young people with very little money and no fixed place to stay, which we decided was pretty much us.  We had a place to stay, and we were fairly faithful with the showering, but we were sort of a pack of young people who had very little money, so it only made sense.   The picture you see is one of us counting our change one night on the train.  We were all very economical and would pinch pennies.  Literally, pennies.  Only, they're pence in England, and centime or something weird in France.

And that's all I have for you tonight.  Mostly: we had fun.  Also: we were kind of hobo-like at times.  Also: I miss foreign countries.  Also: I really like to be at home, too.

So pretty!

I'm back from England and loving this picture of St. Paul's that probably won't turn out because, well, it's a dark photo and weird. But it was so gorgeous!
Dear England, please have me back any time. Sincerely, a devoted fan.