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Next week is Thanksgiving already. Ack! It’s at our house this year. (We went to the cabin last year, upsetting the natural order of things! Back to normal this year!) My lovely and talented husband is in charge of the meal . . . because let’s face it — no one would eat the dinner if I cooked it. I’m good with that and am very grateful for Mike’s culinary skillz. My preparations for the day will be cosmetic. I need to put together a small “Grateful” scrapbook for everyone to record what they’re grateful for this year. I started that tradition 2 years ago, and much to everyone’s chagrin, it’s one I’m keeping. Sorry, family. I also have a few home decorating things I want to finish up, since we’re actually having company. That doesn’t happen too much, I realize.

Anyhow, since Thanksgiving is practically here . . . that means Christmas is right around the corner, too. I’ve actually started my shopping and have a good handle on things. Woot. Go, me. I’m sure in a few weeks I’ll be doing the standard hair-pulling and melt-downing . . . but for now, I’m organized.

Hey — speaking of holiday preparations, I’ve got to give a shout out to my talented and entrepreneurial brother-in-law Patrick, who came up with an awesome idea and successfully followed through with it.

Check it out. Don’t have a fireplace to hang stockings for St. Nick? Not fond of finding candy in the toes of your shoes? Well, how about a St. Nick Sack instead? Hang it on your doorknob on before bed on December 5th and wait for St. Nick to fill it up with goodies! Love it!! If you order before Nov. 30, shipping is free! And if you order one, tell Pat that his favorite Sister-in-Law sent you. Hee!!

The scene: We are at the Milwaukee Public Museum, on our way to see the almost-blossoming Corpse Flower . . . which when in full bloom, emits a stench that can encompass 6 city blocks. We are discussing said flower when Reilly breaks into his comedic routine.

Reilly: I smell dead people. (a la Haley Joel Osment in The Sixth Sense.)

Meghan (as we pass the cafeteria): I smell chicken.

I know I need to update with a review and some photos of Okobos and the zillion other things that have kept me busy in the past month . . . but until then, here’s a fun meme to read. Consider all readers tagged.

Where is your mobile phone? Purse
Where is your significant other? Work
Your hair color? Cinnamon
Your mother? Worrier
Your father? Overworked
Your favorite thing? Peace
Your dream last night? Stressful
Your dream goal? Clarity
The room you’re in? Office
Your hobby? Scrapbooking
Your fear? Drowning
Where do you want to be in 6 years? Centered
Where were you last night? Home
What you’re not? Stress-free
One of your wish-list items? Hybrid
Where you grew up? Here
The last thing you did? Listen
What are you wearing? Sweater
Your TV? Enemy
Your pets? Demanding
Your computer? Companion
Your mood? Relaxed
Missing someone? Yes
Your car? Ugh
Something you’re not wearing? Socks
Favorite shop? Bookstore
Your summer? Short
Love someone? Deeply
Your favorite colour? Green
When is the last time you laughed? Today
When is the last time you cried? Soon