November

I love November.  November is my month.  I have something to look forward to nearly every week in November.  Things like: 

1. My wedding anniversary

2. My birthday

3. My Thanksgiving

I spend a lot of time eating in November.  I spend a lot of time eating every month, but I don't feel any guilt about my gluttony in November.  Because November is my month.

My November in 2020 was great.  Let me tell you about it.

1. My wedding anniversary: Michael and I have now been married for 18 years.  I scratch my head at this. I would really like someone to explain to me how the years swoosh by me so quickly.  But here we are.  For me, being married to Michael has been 18 years of learning, growing, forgiving, loving, fighting, and laughing. Marrying him remains the best decision of my life. 

We celebrated by getting a massage and sending Kitty to my sister's house for a sleepover.  I also celebrated by getting a head cold. Seemed like the timing was right.  It's tricky laying on your stomach for a massage with nasal drip.  I guess it's a good thing we had to wear masks.  Mine was the perfect snot-catcher.  The best part was when my massage therapist completely exposed my bare backside and kneaded my nekkid buns with her forearms.  At first I was very alarmed at her attention to my buttocks, but then I liked it.  Does that make me weird?   I don't care...it was a nice butt massage.

2. My birthday: Our governor re-issued tightened Covid-19 restrictions that began on my birthday.  We couldn't go out to dinner, we couldn't go bowling, and we couldn't go to the movies.  But we could go to the Chik-Fil-A food truck!  I received presents galore - an electric blanket was my fave - and we ate ice cream cake with a side of ice cream.  My friend Monica took me to the DQ drive-thru for a blizzard and we went back to her house and gossiped like teenagers until nearly midnight.  And my other friend Andrea made me brownies and apple pie and had us over for games.  I received a loaf of homemade bread and freezer jam from my ministering sisters, more brownies from my friend Genevieve, flowers from my sister, money from my parents, money from my mother-in-law, and a load of calls and texts.  I felt very loved. Not a bad way to turn 41.  

3. My Thanksgiving: My sister invited us over to her house for the holiday, but only if I showed up with pie.  Deal.  I made pumpkin, pecan, apple, and chocolate cream.  They were delicious, as was the meal.  My sissy and brother-in-law outdid themselves.  I ate so much that I went to bed that night wondering if I would ever be able to eat again.  We talked and laughed, played games, and had a really nice day.  Man, am I grateful that my sissy lives nearby.  And that she'll feed me.

Yup, November is my buddy.