I slept through the parade. Well, except when Cheyenne Jackson was singing and when Santa ended the parade. But I was one tired kid. Sorry, NBC! At least my TV was on the whole time, so you can record a view, eh? ;-)
Dinner was lovely. I don't eat much (especially in the middle of the afternoon - this will be changed come T-Giving 2010), but I ate enough to make everyone happy. Because we're so cool, we had chicken instead of turkey. I beasted my plate; almost everything was gone. My cousin, Jade, came over to have dinner with us. Jade, Mom, and I went to see New Moon. We weren't very impressed. The best part of the movie was Taylor Lautner. And by Taylor Lautner, I mean Taylor's abs (T-Swizzle is one lucky bitch). I've concluded Stephenie Meyer is a freaking genius; how does she market such a shitty book series so well? The thought baffles me.
I'm thankful for my friends (specifically MT and the other special folk [you know who you are] ). But, I'm also pretty freakin' thankful for Taylor Lautner's abs.
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