Once Upon A Time, I was not always the sensible, composed, businesswoman you all know and love today. (What?? Well of course this blog is a business, quiet, stop interrupting.) Nothing proves this more than a visit from the Three Ghosts of Thanksgiving. Or something like that.
Thanksgiving 2007... Buckets were not for mopping the floor, they were for brining turkeys. My poor, tiny, neglected kitchen floor.
Thanksgiving 2006... My hair was the color of coal. Is that a black sweater, or my hair? It's hard to tell. Even my mom is eyeing me with disgust.
Thanksgiving 2005... Hey! 45 lb. bird! Is that you stuffed in a small oven, causing the smoke detector to go off in this entire apartment complex?? Oops.
And finally, a bonus Thanksgiving Ghost from the same On Fire Holiday of '05... after much, much too much wine...
You all still love me, right?