“I like food; food tastes good!” — Descendents
All right, all right. I decided that I had a heart and let in the nutcracker from the last vlog, in spite of my misgivings. It’ll be that whole “turkey” holiday soon, and if I can’t have misgivings before Thanksgiving, then I’m not really living. Besides, I’ve got a fireplace really close by if he tries any funny business.
Diana, her mom, and I are continuing with our steady diet of quesadillas (which my non-eating spellchecker is telling me should actually be quadrilles — but you can’t chow down on French dancing moves as far as I know). As Men Without Hats told us in the ’80s, we can dance if we want to, but we must eat.