Come Saturday Morning

It's only 8:30 Saturday morning and I've already done my grocery shopping for T-day - online. Stop and Shop has a delivery service in my area. I started doing it about two mnths ago when I had been to the grocery store every night after work and we still didn't have anything in the house to eat. My husband used to have this chore but now that he's working full ti me again and nursing his back, it fell back to me. It's the greatest invention since indoor plumbing. I've screwed up a few time - the first time I got 5 packages of 5 hard rolls, instead of 5 hard rolls. That's why I have a freezer.
I've also gotten the world's smallest sizes of things. Apparently they are gearing towards the elderly, otherwise I couldn't imagine who could use 8 ounces of Aunt Jemima pancake mix. Otherwise, it's a dream. A young man with rippling muscles pulls up, carries it all in, places it on my kitchen counter - and all for 5 bucks plus tip. No affiliation with S&S, just a happy camper.

So that means that tomorrow, instead of racing to the stupid market as my friend calls it, I can use the morning for whatever I want. I am also going to take the plunge and try to do some of the dreaded Smas shopping. Would people be pissed if I gave everyone a sketch for Christmas? But wouldn't that be cool?

I'm going to buy bagels and then go to our town's Thanksgiving Day parade. This is the last one my son will play trumpet in since he's graduating. My 88 year old uncle also walks in the parade with the Elks. And my niece will be with her Brownie troop. All very Americana. Oh, and Mariano Rivera is the Grand Marshal. More about it later, including the dysfunctional family brunch that usually follows.