Our neighbors already have their lights up. Little early, I think, but I can't deny that I'm getting the itch as well. I went through all our boxes in the basement this weekend to figure out the holiday decor gameplan, and we purchased a few new items, too. Next weekend we will be decking the house in gold, red, and silver, and then refueling with leftover turkey sandwiches. I cannot wait!
We do, of course, need to get through Thanksgiving first. It's at our place this year and I'm a combo of nervous and thrilled. I have a detailed play-by-play schedule for cooking and I think I have just enough space in the oven for everything.
To add to the holiday fever, my birthday is next week! DH and I will be going to dinner at this raved about Italian place I have been dying to go to, and Mom is taking me for a spa day. This really is the most wonderful time of the year.
You know what would make it even more wonderfuler? (And yes, that's a word.) A BFP. Or a confirmed O. Or something. I'm still temping with the broken BBT because all three stores I went to this weekend didn't have any in stock. Apparently the world is on a mission to get KU before me. I think I'll try the Walgreen's by the train station after work today. Wait - Lindsay said theirs sucks. Anyone know if CVS's is ok?
I just need to get one accurate morning temp. I have a inkling that I may have O'ed, but without a good temp, I am really clueless. My possible O would lead me to test this Saturday. I don't dare do it without more info. However, even with a new thermometer I won't know what my temps for the past week should have been. I'm going to have to guess. Which leads me to a much greater chance of a BFN. Ugh.
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