Thanksgiving, Chicago theatre, and a heavily discounted book!

Happy Cyber Monday! Thanks for spending it here (…on your way to that Amazon flash sale dealie).

Last week was so jam-packed and Thanksgiving was so marvelous that I totally forgot about my Thursday post until, uh, last night. (Whee! Now that’s some quality turkey-ing.)

Highlights:

We spent the day itself at our great friends’/neighbors’ house and completely encroached upon their extended family time. (Thanks, Coopers!) Related: is that corn pudding/casserole thing a Midwestern wonder, or have people just been hiding it from me my entire life? (Related related: They will now, because I apparently have no general sense of when to stop eating corn pudding/casserole things.)

I actually went to church yesterday. Like, by myself. I wandered into the 10:45 a.m. mass down the street because I had this vaguely persistent sense that I should be slightly more Advent-y than my prior level of Not At All, you know? I hadn’t attended church since a few days after my Dad passed away, which just so happened to be Easter Sunday (and, may God forgive me, but that was a craaaaaaappy one to sit upright for), so I hoped going to yesterday’s service wasn’t a mistake. As it turns out, it was a total mistake, but only because the 10:45 mass was changed to a 10 a.m. mass, and the whole shebang turned out to be the entirely Spanish-speaking mass. So not only did I walk into the wrong service, but I showed up at communion time. (Hola!) I stuck around until the 11:15 mass (and yes, sure, there was a helotes cart in front of the steps) and…sat through the whole thing. I’d like to say I had a huge epiphany and/or open-armed bear hug of a re-entry into the church, but I kinda didn’t. It was just…nice. Which is…nice. You know?

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The gals and I saw a ton of theatre this past weekend. And while I won’t get too review-y (because I’ll actually be reviewing a ton of them later this week), I will tell you that Nora and I saw A Christmas Carol at The Goodman Theatre for the third year in a row. And li’l Miss Susannah came with us for the very first time! In true Zu fashion, she spent the first half of the play wondering why people were calling Jacob Marley Scrooge’s Mommy (“..They’re not, sweetie.” “I HEAR THEM SAYING JACOB MOMMY“) and subsequently wondering why Scrooge wasn’t sadder that his Mommy was dead, and the second half of the play finding it hilarious that people thought Scrooge was a man, since he clearly was a duck, and why didn’t people stop calling him a man and really call him a duck?

I think my work here is done.

But before I go, thought I’d give you a heads-up that I’m having my own Cyber Monday dealie! If you haven’t yet picked up a paperback copy of ohthatlittlebookIwrote Expecting: A Year of Fixing Up and Breaking Down, this is a great time to do so. Because today I’m running a 50% off sale, making it $7.99. And if you take advantage of Lulu’s print coupon for Cyber Monday, you get an additional 25%. Use the code ONEMOREDAY which, yes, I agree is very Les Miz.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be going back to my castle on a cloud.

A.K.A. the minivan outside.

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