Friday, November 24, 2006

T-giving in my underwear

I ate T-giving dinner in my underwear. No, seriously, I did. I’m down in the Tampa/St. Pete, FL area right now. I checked the weather channel. I knew what to pack, and I packed just fine: jeans, flip flops, short sleeve shirts. But I didn’t pack shorts. It was supposed to be low of 50s, high of 70s. And it was. What I didn’t count on was how hot an oven can make a house.

Like blazing hot kind of hot. We had all the windows and doors open and fans on. It didn’t matter. Hot, hot, hot.

So…I ended up putting boxers on and eating T-giving dinner in blue, dalmation undies.