Just plain, 'ol Monday.

Sam and Sophy woke up this morning in serious Christmas morning mode complete with jumping on my bed at a disgustingly early hour and begging me to please "don't stay in bed all day." Because, yeah, I've had that luxury sooo many times in the last 10 years. Maybe when I had pneumonia. No, wait. Not even then.
So, they were in Hysterics over today being THANKSGIVING!! Then I had the distinct displeasure of having to explain to them that it was just Monday of Thanksgiving week.
And their faces fell.
Sophy tsk'd me and rolled her eyes with her hands on her hips.
Sam, clad only in underwear, scowled and said, "What!? Nuh-uh."
Still under the covers, I said, "Oh. Yuh. Uh-huh."
To which Sophy says, "Wait a minute. You mean it's just plain, old Monday?"
'Fraid so kid.
In order for Monday to be a little less plain and old, we had donuts for breakfast. I mean, there ain't nothing like donuts to shake Monday up, right? Eh?
What else?
We spent most of the day at home in our pj's and less. Oh well, not me, I had on clothes. Don't call CPS. After DaddyP got home, we went to Longview to pick up a few Santa items with the kids in tow.
We decided to sup at Red Lobster, which the kids love, and I ate a manly sized portion of crab legs.
Oh my goodness, is there anything better on this planet?
Oh my goodness, will I ever be able to eat crab legs again without every last, single episode of Deadliest Catch replaying in my mind? Well, apparently my stomach has no conscience because I all but licked my plate. After the plate licking, we went to TCBY where the kids had chocolate ice cream loaded with chocolate chips. This was a purchase that we regretted, hhhmm, about 3 minutes after getting back into the car. It sounded like a Bruce Lee kung fu movie was playing in fast forward in the back of the car. I'm mostly kidding about the kung fu.
What's on tap for tomorrow? Maybe if we're lucky it'll be Just Plain, 'Ol Tuesday.
Crab legs and all.