As is tradition, Mim and I will be going to that most gourmet of restaurants tomorrow for our Thanksgiving dinner. The biggest decision we’ll have to make is do we go to the Wawa on B- street, or the one on E- Avenue? Both are good. I feel like the one on E is a little nicer, because it’s closer to a major highway section, so it gets a lot more traffic. It could also be because it was the first Wawa in the neighborhood, so maybe I have a bias.
Anyhow, that’s the official plan. For the past… 5ish years or so that’s what we’ve done. Mim doesn’t eat turkey, neither of us really cooks, and honestly, the turkey bowl at Wawa is pretty good. It also prevents overeating and having too many leftovers to deal with.
If we’re lucky, we’ll also be able to get a couple of TastyKake pumpkin pies.
Like I said before. I have simple needs.
Christmas is coming up next and if anyone wants to get me anything, I’ve been really enjoying … uhm… this product. Ah… if you’re my coworker you might not want to click that.
I’m stuck on what to get Mim for Christmas. She’s already given me most of the stuff she’d bought, mostly because neither of us is good at waiting, and partly because I could be using some of the things she bought.
Like the Frankincense and Myrrh cream. Holy shit, y’all. Remember a couple of posts ago I was talking about the weird pain I was in? She gave me the Frankenmyrrh because it’s supposed to be good for soothing nerve pain and — again — Holy shit, y’all. It works. It’s just frankincense and myrrh and coconut oil as a carrier and it worked the first time I used it and has been continuing to help. I’m not sure what it smells like on me. I know in the container it’s a little bit … turpentine-y? It reminds me of something industrial, but not in a bad way. I also like the smell of gasoline, new tires, and ozone so your opinions may vary. I’ll ask Mim to sniff me tomorrow and let you know what she thinks.
I’m still writing. I have a new approach. I’m basically writing fanfic for a thing that doesn’t exist. Kinda want people to read it. Kinda don’t.