The Real Question is...

how can I, the hermit, find out that I actually have things to post about? One, have a mother a cousin referred to as the "crazy aunt". So I really shouldn't have been surprised when she suggested this, but I was considering look at the for-sale adds when we got home. As you know, today is the day of dressing and turkey pardoning, so we went over to the dark side a.k.a. my Uncle Mike's. But before, in the time of day when devil eggs were being filled with yellow junck and we were still in pajamas my mother had a , for her, a brilliant idea, and for me, imaginable torture.As it happens to be, we own a karaoke machine. Sadly, if anyone in my family were to go on American Idol, Simon would be unable to talk because we would have given him a heart attack and those other two would be unable to speak because they had fled the room in terror thinking they were being attacked by a screaming mob of rejectees. Now we aren't disillusioned to this fact (though some think that we actually like to hear their voice at the highest volume humanly possible, when we really don't). So while we were looking through the adds my mother decided to call my aunt to propose her idea. why don't we bring over the karaoke, make all the children sing or do a cleaning job. And we could have the people who are cleaning wear an apron and get their picture taken! And why don't we film it? Send it into America's Funniest Video. I will state clearly and in my sane mind, I WAS NOT THRILLED. AT ALL. My comrade and I were then on the path to espionage of this thought. Possible lost of microphone, CDs lost in the mess called our bedroom. Unfortunetly, the comrade cracked under pressure, leaving us court-martialed with the kareoke machine having a restraining order against us. We were then without hope, our mother even offeing to sing. ( As I have said, none of us can sing.) Our public life was wilting before our eyes and with downtoden hearts our car was filled with turkey dressing and deviled/angel eggs. Then a voice took note of something, WE HAD FORGOTTEN THE KAREOKE MACHINE!!! I was overjoyed, filled with happiness, ready to sing along with anything on the radio. (It was only family.) A distastorous event had been advoided and nothing could dimm my joy, until I remebered were we were going. But now returning from the field of battle and still having all parts of my body intact and unharm, I'm still unable to laugh over what might have happened.