I'm a little droggy. Of course, my Mom just woke me up. Shit. I am so tired. I don't need this this morning. But now its like its my fault.

You see she kept Marcie's baby last night. And she knew that it might be really late when she came to pick up the baby. Well, she didn't pick up the baby. And my Mom called her lots of time. Can't get ahold of her.

Damn. Why did I invite her, here? I think she was drunk when she got here, and she took to Dylan like..well, I don't think he's ever met anyone like her. He was really blue to begin with. Like why in the hell did I bother inviting such a party pooper. Then its like I think they were having more fun than the rest of us.

Kate's cheese fondue looked pretty bad, but it tasted good. Except, I just kept getting more hungry. And I kept drinking more beer even if Kate was wanting me to try this fancy wine she got. I never did.

I guess things went OK with Val & Denny. They were chummy enough. I just don't know if I want to try this again.

They really want to be alone for THANKSGIVING. Why in the hell can't Kate get that through her head? You know they like being with each other. They don't have to be a couple with other couples. See, I knew that. We're like that. I don't have to have a bunch of other couples around.

OK. I think Kate's getting somewhere. She's on the phone with Dylan. Maybe he'll know what happened to Marcie.

Oh yeah, Happy Thanksgiving. Just don't eat so much that you'll explode. It can happen this time of year.

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