After dinner this evening, my mother and I planned the Thanksgiving Day feast.

Fried Turkey
Cornbread, Apple and Sausage Stuffing
Gravy
Cranberry Chutney
Broccoli with Cheddar Cheese
Candied Yams

Dessert: Pumpkin pie

Must stop eating Italian nougat. Must stop eating chocolate-covered Italian nougat. Must stop listening to Johnny Cash cds.

Must submit November’s expenses. Must expense plane ticket to Orlando. Must do laundry. Must take a walk.

Saturday was my first knitting class. I learned to cast on, knit, and purl. Casting on was pretty easy. Knitting also came rather natural. Purling took time. There are about 10 women in the class. All soccer moms. “Knitting is the new yoga!” “Knit Purl is going to be my new mantra” “Did you know that Julia Robert knits?” “I heard the entire cast of Friends knit, even Joey!”
The one instructor is a very old woman and the other two teachers call her, Mom. She smells like poo. I learned fast working with her. It’s a little early, but I think knitting may be my new hobby! In fact, instead of knitting skull caps for little babies with leukemia, I may knit skull caps for everyone who reads Donnaville! Wouldn’t that be exciting! I’ll be the only blogger who sends thank you gifts to her readers. I will have to figure out if it is doable. I can’t imagine there are that many of you, maybe 6 or 7. First I will have to improve my speed since it takes me forever just to knit a sqare inch. We shall see.

My mom and dad arrived home yesterday after two weeks in Italy. Lisa and I picked them up at the airport. The first words out of my mom’s mouth were, “You haven’t updated Donnaville in a week! Is everything okay? What is this about you having a hot ass?”
Mom brought back tons of sweets for us. Different kinds of Italian Nougat, flavored chocolates and candied chestnuts. She also produced little individually packed spreads that I thought were Nutella knock-offs. But when I opened one, it turned out to be creamed chestnut spread! Oh my GOD, it was delish! Hero Fruttissima Crema di Marroni alla Vanillina. I tried it on my toast this morning. It was great; so great I couldn’t control myself and the next thing I know, I am scooping it out with my fingers. Mmmmmm, too good.
(So long hot ass, hello big fat ass)

Sitting on the sofa
In front of the TV
Watching A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes: The Annette Funicello Story
Petting Mr. Cocoa
Eating chocolate ice cream with Hershey’s syrup
Drinking beer, Michelob Ultra
Crying when Annette got married, had a baby, divorced, diagnosed with MS, and at the end when she was in a wheelchair.
A FABULOUS night! (and I mean it)

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Dropped friends off at the Trenton train station. I then proceeded to get lost in Trenton. Finally I found my way through the rain and darkness to Lisa’s bar where I ordered Blue Moon beer and goat cheese crepes. The regulars all yelled, “Hey it’s sister Donna!” It felt like an episode of Cheers until the person next to me asked what a nun was doing hanging out in a bar. Sister Donna. He took it seriously.
This morning I got pre-qualified for a mortgage. I signed so many documents I wouldn’t be surprised if I signed away my first born child. When I was a little girl, playing with my Grow Up Skipper doll, I never imagined I would buy a house. I always automatically assumed I would marry and my husband and I would buy a home together. Even just a few years ago, I thought it would be H and me. Funny how things work out.

Shopped for groceries. Ate too much. Rented The Fountainhead at Blockbuster and watched it. (Gary Cooper was just too old to play H.R, although Patricia Neal was very good) Watched 3 episodes of I love the 80’s Strikes Back. Fighting an intense desire to just go to bed. Not looking forward to working tomorrow. Usually I love working but of late I’ve been feeling ambivalent. Maybe I will go to bed…

Trick or Treaters were plentiful. They completely cleared me out of candy. Audra came over and together we went to the Inn of the Hawk. Lisa bartended dressed as the St. Pauli Girl. Audra wore a sexy cat outfit and I wore a modish dress that unzipped to show my Wonder Woman Underoos tank top underneath. We met a few guys. The first fellow was dressed like an impaled skier. He was inebriated and kept telling us we should play frisbee golf. After he left a trio of boys showed up. They were 21. One of them broke the ice by describing his favorite television show from his youth, Jim Henson’s Storytellers. He was amazed I remembered it. “Wow, you have a great memory! Most people don’t remember it!” Yeah, that’s because I saw it when I was in High School and not Kindergarten, kid. Regardless, they were cute (in that no hair developing any where on their bodies type of way) and if I was 10 years younger I might have tried to be a bit more friendly.

Anything Can Happen on Halloween

as sung by Mr. Tim Curry
in the fabulous film, The Worst Witch
[spoken] It’s great to be here, with you young witches, on this fabulous night! Remember Gills, show the world, let them know it’s Halloween. Hit it!
Curry Wurst
[singing]
I wouldn’t change places
With anyone tonight
We’ll carve pumpkin faces
And watch the witches flight
Every human heart will shudder
Every soul will shake with fear
Tonight, the creepiest
Tonight, the scariest
Tonight, the most wonderful night
ahhhhhhhhf the year
Anything can happen on Halloween
Your dog could turn into a cat
There may be a toad in your bass guitar
Or your sister could turn into a bat
Christmas time brings the snow
Summer time brings the sun
But on Halloween your blood begins to run
Something’s funky going down now*
Curry Wurst
Anything can happen on Halloween
It’s better than a video
Gremlins gonna mess up every cassette
From London to Idaho
April first can be fun
New Year’s Eve is a bore
But on Halloween your flesh begins to crawl
Oh, I’m losing control*
Anything can happen on Halloween
Your toenails grow long and your hair turns green
Your teacher could become a sardine
Your dentist could turn into a queen.
Has anybody seen my tambourine*
I may start playing
Begin the begin
The craziest night you’ve ever seen
This hairy, scary, creepy, crawly,
Halloween.
Curry Wurst
*My favorite parts

Credits: Pix; lyrics