i weep bitter tears.

i received some sad news a couple of weeks ago, and i've been in denial since then. i know it's real now, and i am truly melancholy. let me start with some background. before bitter half and i joined forces to become the supercouple that we are, i would volunteer to work Christmas and Thanksgiving as long as i had New Year's Eve and Day off. (yes, i have the priorities of a drunkard.) my family generally celebrated Chrismas the day before, and Thanksgiving was never a big deal. however, bitter half's family consists of a bunch of fabulous cooks so Thanksgiving is a veritable feast of heavenly proportions. needless to say, it's become my favorite holiday and one that i begin preparing for well in advance by fasting. this year someone got the bright idea to go to Houston for the holiday. wtf?!?! i probably can't get off of work, and i doubt i can afford a plane ticket. if Texas wasn't the vast expanse that it is, i could drive, but then again i can't drive back with a tummy full of tryptophan. woe is me!!! i guess i'll be eating at Furr's with the other family-less losers.