If you wonder how things might turn out into a relationship, examine the response the first time you have to say no. That is what I am doing today and welp I shall keep you posted.

My plans for the day have changed. I’m not bothered by it. I’m mildly disappointed that I have to wait a few days for the little one to come back West but that gives me time to wrap more presents. The work wife had a OH NO moment, but I had to remind her that I don’t ‘do’ Thanksgiving. She’s still wrapping her head around it. I think that she just doesn’t understand me in that way but she’s still new. The work wife wanted me to get dressed and go with her and the spouse to the in laws. No ma’am. That’s the yt half of his family, and while I absolutely appreciate the thought, I am absolutely going to take a pass on green bean casserole from unwashed hands. I have standards.

I had to explain to invitation person that the meal was delayed and it was a good idea for them to stay over there in Lafayette. There were not amused. It didn’t register to them that I wasn’t going to move forward with the meal and that I was not going to have ‘Thanksgiving’ with just the 2 of us. If you are still here in a year I might consider it but today nope. They suggested we just go out instead. Nope. I don’t want to spend the time and money to travel to subject people who might want to be home with their families to serve me on a day when I am just as good putting my feet up in an robe and putting chicken in the pink crockpot. I know it doesn’t register to a lot of people. That’s fine. I’m not required to live my life by your standards.

I’ve had that particular debate countless times. I even have a post sitting here in drafts of a video of that debate. It’s not one that will ever be won with me, because I am still me and always will be me. You keep on projecting what you think I should be feeling, and I will just keep on living.

In the interim I am watching how this first no plays out. If I’ve learned nothing else I’ve learned to believe what I am seeing and experiencing. I’ve also learned to make the best fucking frozen margaritas in Vallejo. I think some day drinking will happen today, as I sit my fat happy ass here by myself and smell dinner as it cooks on low for the next 4 hours.