Of Delightful Thanksgiving Kidney Stones, Too Many Dang Browns, That 'Demned Elusive Pimpernel, and the Awesomeness of Anne Perry

Top o' the muffin to ya. I would love nothing more than to tell you that Thanksgiving was pure yams-coming-out-of-the-ears rapture. The dinner itself was really quite scrum; we went to Alyssa's parents' house and snorked down the good stuff with them, Laura, Eric, and Trey. It was the night before that was fairly hellish, when I passed my first ever KIDNEY STONE. "Ouch" doesn't begin to cut it. Fortunately I didn't actually feel it pass because a nurse at the InstaCare shot me up with Lortab (bless you, you wonderful narcotics!), but up until that point, I was in a whole lotta pain. Pain I would prefer never to undergo again, so I imagine I'll be drinking about a gallon of water every day for the rest of my life.

Not much else has been going on as of late. Still working, waiting to hear anything about adoption (nothing yet!). The week before Thanksgiving we saw the Five Browns in concert (pretty amazing, although both of the dude Browns MESSED UP on their solo numbers, dang their Juilliard-attending hides) AND went to The Scarlet Pimpernel at the Hale Center Theater in Orem (sink me, but the definition of "manly" has certainly changed sinced the time of the French Revolution), and loverly times were had at both, I can assure you. In my spare time, I've started reading the works of Anne Perry, the infamous reformed murderess/Mormon. Veeery interesting life story if you haven't heard it. Apparently as a teenager in New Zealand named Juliet Hulme, she served five years in prison for helping her best friend beat her best friend's mother to death with a brick wrapped in a stocking. (This was portrayed in the Peter Jackson film Heavenly Creatures.) After being released, she changed her name to Anne Perry, came to America, became a flight attendant, and joined the LDS Church. Now she lives in Scotland and writes MURDER MYSTERIES. Well, you've got to write about what you know, I guess. :)