Gobble Gobble Surprise

I owned three of these plastic faced gremlins

Remember Kitty Surprise? Those stuffed cats that had a velcro pouch in their tummies full of smaller, poorly constructed kittens, and you never knew if you would get 2 or 4! What a manufacturing scam - how many people actually got 4 kittens? And furthermore, how misleading! I believe that the birthing process is not so simple as velcroing open and closed a pouch.

I mean, maybe for marsupials - I'm no biologist.



Anyhow, not the point of the post.

Point: I am surprising my best friend Orry this weekend with a Thanksgiving visit!

I feel rather grown up about the whole thing actually. I have only had the pleasure of meeting my best friend's boyfriend once, but he tracked me down on facebook and he and I have been covertly messaging back and forth trying to plan a surprise visit for Orry. This weekend is it.

Of course, this did not go off without a hitch. Tony, the boyfriend, wanted to cheer Orry up (though I also have my suspicions that alcohol was involved) and let spill the plans for my visit. Then, regretting his decision, and wanting to make it all a surprise again, asked me to "cancel." What an asshole I look like.

But as far as I am aware, surprise is on. I take a 5:00 train to Toronto tonight. I can't wait a) to see Orry, b) for a bit of a break from rugby and school, and c) to gorge myself on turkey until it is just unsightly. Like, gnawing on bones with stuffing in my hair unsightly. Can't. Wait.