get down get deeper and down

So today the sky said, "Hi, I'm going to make rain drops the size of your head fall the whole time you are driving home. In fact, why don't I just put an ocean right on your windshield? Have fun crossing the Mackinac bridge in the mist and fog, don't fall! P.S. screw off."

So I drove home in a blizzard and drove back in a monsoon. Pshhh.

But really, my Thanksgiving was great. I got my long awaited car, I ate and ate and ate..and then ate some more, got my hair lopped off, had numerous people tell me I looked smaller and I now have the prettiest eyebrows in the land. Adam and I wined and dined, and by wined and dined I mean we ate at Garfields and then each consumed a bottle of wine while watching Pink Flamingos. I also had breakfast with a long lost friend, it was interesting.

Stupidly, I forgot all of my music in Zach's car so my drive back to Marquette consisted of Abba's greatest hits and Mariah Carey's Christmas cd.

I came back to my cozy apartment to find Zach doing dishes and my cupboards full of food, compliments of Zach's mom. He then pointed behind our bedroom door and there sat a Wedding Channel magazine. Wait, what? No, this wasn't Zach's quirky way of proposing to me, but his mom's quirky memory. I think I may have mentioned once that I liked looking at wedding dresses for fun when I was bored. Yeah I know, weird.