Hunting for Thanksgiving turkey leg(g)s

Brian has started talking in his almost sleep or still kinda asleep stages. This is something I’m personally quite familiar with, as I’m known for talking in my sleep. I’ve even gotten into fights in my sleep. But this is new for Brian. And I fucking love it.

For example, the other morning, Brian woke up and told me how adorable it was.

“What’s adorable, Brian?”

I was waiting for him to say, “You are, Chrissy,” because I was all curled up in a sleepy Chrissy ball. Unfortunately, I’m still waiting.

“The sun. It’s so cute.”

Now I KNOW he was dreaming because:

  1. Brian hates the sun.


  1. It was barely shining through the curtains.

My assumption was that it was because the light was so dim, it felt like just a little sun, but who even knows. I just love that Brian dreams about the sun being adorable.

So, last night, as we were falling asleep, Brian said, “There should be a Turkey egg hunt on Thanksgiving.”

And I wholeheartedly agree. And then my mind started whizzing with ideas. How could we make this happen? I love the Easter egg hunt. (Yes, I am an adult, and my mommy still hides eggs for my cousins and me.)

I kept thinking and told Brian it could be a turkey LEG hunt instead.

He was markedly opposed to this for being half asleep.

“That would get very messy, Chrissy.”

But it could be PLASTIC turkey legs. And they could open with snacks and toys inside.

I haven’t worked out all the logistics yet, but I think I’m on to something.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! May your day be full of feasting and family. And if you’re like me, and have 3 hours of backseat (shotgun) driving ahead of you, lots of online shopping.

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In Honor of World Naked Gardening Day…

For those of you who are naively unaware, today (the first Saturday of May) is World Naked Gardening Day. (Warning, the following link is NSFW and contains an older gentleman’s dingaling on the front page. You’ve been warned.)

World Naked Gardening Day

Tenth Annual World Naked Gardening Day. (No, seriously, guys. You’ve been warned.)

crabapple tree

Even though it’s World Naked Gardening Day, I’m going to ask that my neighbors keep their twigs and berries to themselves…

Despite my undying adoration of colorful yoga pants, I really don’t like pants. And I kind of sort of enjoy being naked. I know I’m not alone in this, people. Clothes are so…constricting. Restricting.

After informing Brian of this magical, mystical day…his only response was, “No.”

I didn’t even tell him what I wanted to do! I merely declared that it was World Naked Gardening Day. I had barely finished the word “day” before he sternly responded.

I know you want to get involved as much as I do. But if you live in suburbia or in a city, you’re not going to want to set your bare-from-head-to-toe bod into your backyard in the middle of the afternoon. For just such an occasion, I’ve come up with 3 ways you can celebrate the day, get your green on and take care of your bush without, you know, sharing your whole self with your neighbors.

Take Care of Indoor Foliage

You can water, prune, trim, and replant indoor vegetation with the sun shining through the windows on your bare ass without your neighbors being the wiser. Just, you know, make sure the blinds are drawn on chest and pelvic-level windows…unless you want to give your next door neighbor a peep show.

Wear a Bathrobe in Your Backyard

As Brian likes to say, “You can be naked all you want. Under your clothes.” And you can still feel the rush of a cool breeze at your nether regions (let’s hope the breeze isn’t too powerful) without baring all for neighbors of all ages.

Tend to your tulips, but hide your two lips, mmk?

Tend to your tulips, but hide your two lips, mmk?

Tend to the Plants After the Sun Goes Down

I’m not going to lie, guys. Last night, after sharing a bottle of vino with one of my favorite ladies (Hi Katie!) I was quite tempted to head outside without a lick of clothing on. I mean, it was after midnight. World Naked Gardening Day had begun. I considered a shameless attempt at a brazen, buck-naked pursuit. But I restrained myself. Or Katie did. One of those.

So go on out there and empower yourself with a little naked gardening. And if you’re feeling really ballsy, go on out there and drop trow. Rock on with your bad self.

How would you celebrate such a joyous naked occasion? Are there any activities (besides the obvious) you enjoy sans clothing?

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