One of the great things about having Thanksgiving at my parents’ place in
What was even more remarkable than the floats were the lengths people went to in order to have the best vantage point for seeing them. There were several people with stepladders and one guy who was carrying a full-sized ladder walking with some friends who were carrying large planks, to make a platform. God, I love New Yorkers. We are so crazily undeterred in our pursuit of the very best way to do everything.
Here’s what’s NOT so great about
As we were rushing through
Something so squishy that I lost my balance and nearly fell to the floor.
Do you know what it was readers?
CAN YOU POSSIBLE IMAGINE?
It wasn’t a condom.
It wasn’t a rotten banana.
It was a dead rat.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Just remembering it makes me want to hurl.
The good news is that I didn’t actually SEE the thing because as I was turning around to find out, hey, what was that sloshy thing I slipped on? A melted ice cream, maybe? David barked, “Don’t look!!”
The kids were totally nonplussed, of course, I, on the other hand, had to take off my outerwear and put my head between my knees.
Well, you know what they say: you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have -- the facts of