Thanks, for nothing

I feel obligated to write some sort of synopsis on how Jonney's encounter with my family was. It went swimmingly. Nothing too ridiculous happened, though the way my family was trying to integrate everyone together was both difficult and confusing. The whole set-up was sort of awkward. Usually, after a sup of the gathered feast, the aunts and uncles and grandparents all came together and played cards, and then a second sup would be had. This time, there were no cards! There was no second sup!

Because of this, Jonney and I thought to find somewhere to pick up some greasy, but filling, cheeseburgers. And of course, everywhere was closed. We went back to his house unsatisfied.

If I must give thanks for anything, I give thanks for the fact that I have a boyfriend willing to take me out to Wendy's when the night grows long in the tooth. And I give thanks for the little rabbits on the "Storytime" title card in Monty Python's Flying Circus. I also give thanks for families and friends, and for band members willing to practice on Black Fridays. Hurray, for all sorts of things.