Thanksgiving

Besos was over the other night and the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special was on television.  Confession:  I like the Peanuts.  I think I’m a mix of Linus and Snoopy.  Besos looked at the television and said something about one of the characters and it was clear…she was not familiar with the Peanuts.  I said, “WHAT?”  I looked at her, aghast and said in mock horror, “Who are you?”

She looked at me and said, “I am Mexican!”

You know what?  Not my fault there isn’t a Topo Gigio Thanksgiving Special.  Or a Speedy Gonzalez Thanksgiving Special.  But if there was?  I’d totally be into it.

Huh.  I thought Topo Gigio was Mexican but I just looked it up to make sure I was spelling his name correctly and I learned that he is, in fact, not Mexican.  Though, why a mouse with an Italian name would be so popular in Mexico is beyond me.  Anyway, I just looked up from the computer and said to Besos, “Did you know Topo Gigio is actually Italian?”  She turned around and looked at me in surprise and then her eyebrows slowly lowered and she said, “What are you doing?”

Anyway, so yesterday was Thanksgiving – what I like to call the Opening Ceremony to the Eating Games.  However, my Thanksgiving left me unfulfilled.  Here’s why.  I like to eat a little bit of everything and if I don’t get a little bit of every single standard Thanksgiving dish, it just doesn’t count.  Well, my mother forgot cranberry sauce.  So it doesn’t count.  So, I wasn’t thankful.  Cause that’s just how I roll.

Back to the Peanuts.  So, yeah, I DVR’d the Thanksgiving Special.  Besos went to bed and I stayed up, turned on the television and decided to watch it.  A few minutes later, I got a text message from Besos…in the bedroom.  It said, “Watching the Peanuts?  Don’t worry.  Your secret is safe with me.”

Heh.  She sort of cracks me up.