First of all, I cannot believe The Bachelor didn't choose either one!!! Are you kidding me? I mean, it annoyed me at first?that he totally copped out and left all of us hanging?but then what really grinded my gears was the sit-down show after the final rose when DeAnna just wouldn't get it through her head that he didn't like her and that's why he didn't choose her. I mean, I know she didn't like hearing all this "I think about you more than you know" crap, but it looked like it NEVER crossed her mind that he was just being polite and not just saying: "Look. It ain't gonna happen. Hit the road." Now that would have warranted tears. I get that she wanted to be on the cover of People and all?all smiley and cuddly with her man. But it didn't happen. Get over it. Come on. Have to respect for yourself. You're making us all look bad.

Thanksgiving was great...as always. It's my favorite holiday. I'm sure I've said that before. (Or did I say that about Halloween, too? Let's just say?I like holidays?any and all. Huge Arbor Day fan. ) And this thanksgiving was great, per usual. Bill did a TurDuckEn again (I don't know about making the "E" capitalized, but if I didn't, the chicken part wouldn't get the respect it deserves, right? Sorry if it looks weird.) And Nicki made an incredible honey baked ham...not from the store...home. Made. Start. To. Finish. So yummy. I don't think they were allowed to eat pork on the compound because when I asked her why she never wrote the recipe down she said her mom wouldn't allow it...so it was either super-secretive or it was made on the sly. Either way, it was some kinda scrumptious. I helped with the fixins but left the important stuff to the pros. Stirred stuff when people asked me to. Melted butter...took the trash out...made the place settings?filled the water glasses...you get what I'm saying. I was second string...which is exactly where I belong on Thanksgiving day. I cooked a turkey once...once, if you get what I'm saying. It didn't go...well...at all. We watched the parade?watched some football with Benny. (Bret Favre is the cutest. Seriously. How does he get hotter every time I see him in those Wrangler commercials? Tell me. I want to know. I think it has something to do with the grayness in the beard.) It was a nice and relaxing day. Plus, we ate right at one o'clock, which I think is a good move because it gives you time for a round two (and three, maybe) without having to rush it before crashing into bed. I've never really dug the 4:30 Thanksgiving mealtime. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it, really, but you can count Margie out of any post-meal fun, more than likely, because 6:30-7:00 (...post TurDuckEn...with the recent Day Light Savings switch...)...well...I'll be like a sack full of rocks, asleep in my bed...maybe even with my clothes on. But one 'clock?done by three...there's still hope. The sun's still up. Football's still on. All systems are go...at least for a little while.

But my post-meal day did take a turn for the sad, though, in between round one and dessert (Sarah's pumpkin-pumpkin-that's right double pumpkin-pie). I went outside to get some air (I get sweaty now when I eat a big meal...yes, it's gross. I know.) And I saw my old friend Clovis, the bunny I found in the pool, not moving in the yard over by the boys' jungle gym. I knew right away. I hadn't seen him since the day I pulled him out of the drain, when I could hold him in the palm of my hand. But I'm sure...absolutely positive it was him. He is (or...was) bigger now and I could see him from the kitchen door lying underneath the slide. He was kinda curled up like a cat, but his eyes were open. Internet, it was so sad. I don't know how he died. He didn't look like he'd been attacked or anything. But he didn't look sickly or anything either. He just looked...dead. I stood over him for a few minutes and told him that I hope he had a good life and that his death was quick and painless and that he gets to come back as anything he wants to. It was nice to have a quiet little moment with him before I told Bill. He was really sweet about it. I think a lot of guys would have just put Clovis in a garbage bag and dumped him in the trashcan with the TurDuckEn carcass and that unsuccessful cauliflower casserole and run back inside to see a football score. But Bill didn't do that at all. He dug a little hole near the pool and buried him and even said a little prayer. Teenie and I cried a little and Nicki scratched my back lightly (in that comforting way) while Bill said a few words. Raymond drew a picture of me and Clovis in the pool that said: "Sorry Margie and Clovis." It was sweet. The whole family was really nice to me...they know I'm all hormonal and what not...it was still really nice that they didn't laugh at me or get annoyed that I was, actually, really sad. I think I'm becoming a more emotional person, in general. Things just weigh on me a little more now than they used to...and not just because of the baby. It's just weird that when I pulled him out of the drain and he was alive and he hopped off after eating a little snack with me, I never really thought he actually would die, you know? He dodged a bullet so I thought he'd be safe from then on. It's funny how my brain knows that makes no sense but I felt that way anyway. I thought he'd have a family with little bunnies running all around him and a lady rabbit and a nice warm burrow. But he died under a swing set...by himself. That's sad to me. I know he's just a bunny, but let me have this. He was special to me. Even though I only saw him one time, alive. He was my buddy. We had a connection. And I'm sad he's gone. It makes me scared to feel this way about Clovis when so many other (you might say, "bigger") things can happen at any point. To family...to friends...whoever. What if Bill had a heart attack in the Home Plus parking lot, you know? You never see the life-changing moments coming...and with emotions like mine...being blindsided is a scary thought. Anyway, my good friend Clovis' picture is on the blog somewhere...obviously I wrote about him the day I found him and if I still have the pictures on my camera, I'll re-load them. But if I can't find him and you'd like to get a look at him when he was a baby (and to pay your respects), scroll back through. We miss you, Clovis! Hopefully, I'll see you in Heaven.

Sorry to be a downer. Don't want to be, I promise. Just wanted to pass on the goings on in my life, as of late. Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I'll stop just telling you about our holidays next time, I promise. Give you some more...I don't know...substance. Sorry I'm not writing more. I've become a netflix fiend and it's taking up a lot of my time. Any recommendations? I'm watching the first four seasons of "Beverly Hills 90210" right now. (You know you love it!) My favorite line in the whole series is the outgoing message on Dylan's answering machine: "This is Dylan?you know the drill." Tough as nails.

More soon.
Margie