popcorn and toast

I went from no plans to the possibility of a Mexican-themed Thanksgiving party tomorrow. With pinatas. And fried chicken. And--because I'm Charlie Brown this year--the above items.

As much as I should've seen in coming, I now can't get justifiably angry at people for calling me "Hannah Montana." Angry, yes; justifiably, no. (If I were at home instead of work, I could post a picture.)

Mom, if you read this: if you want to sorta-double up your Black Friday shopping by my grabbing things (for you) at the stores I rush to and you grabbing things (for me) at the places I head, just give me a call. I'm planning on Target and Wal-Mart, with a possible "I-did-it-last-year, why-not-this-year" 3 a.m. run to Best Buy.