2019-11-27 - Happy Thanksgiving I Guess

(TXT to Reese) Libby : You going home? Need me to watch Yarrow?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Nah. Thanks though.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Christmas maybe.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Oh ok. Just let me know when?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : I will.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : How's your mom doing?

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Honest, it's bad. She always gets emotional on holidays. She won't shut up about dad.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Sounds rough 🙁

(TXT to Libby) Reese : You need anything?

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Besides a hug?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Meant more like pie or something.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Oh, don't worry. Picked up a pumpkin pie from the store. It'll go well with the frozen mashed potatoes, stove top stuffing, and turkey breast in a bag. I'm seriously going Michelin-rated. ⭐⭐⭐😉

(TXT to Libby) Reese : If you're trying to taunt me into sending some proper food over, it might be working.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Not that Yarrow and I are doing much better this year.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Doing a full turkey, at least, so she can have the giblets.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Oh just wait until you see my El Bulli style cranberry sauce. Deconstructed. As in I bought cranberries and had no idea how much fucking work went into making cranberry sauce so I'm just going to throw some in a bowl and smile.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : :grimacing:

(TXT to Libby) Reese : I have a really good cranberry scone recipe I could send over...

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Sounds delicious! You going to send over a baker, too? Maybe one that only wears an apron as she cooks?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : (...)

(TXT to Libby) Reese : I can send over an apron...

(TXT to Reese) Libby : That'd be great. I'll send back the pictures.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Just pretend I'm actually an adult and live alone otherwise this is a lot less sexy.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Kinda assumed you'd be the only one in the pictures.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : You and your scones.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Me. My scones. Your apron. So you can see how good a baker I am.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : How have you been otherwise?

(TXT to Reese) Libby : How am I supposed to answer that?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Tell me that you're doing alright, that work is good, that you're happy.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Honestly? Things are a little frustrating.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : I know this girl that keeps sending me mixed messages. Tells me to just be honest with her. Then asks me to lie to her. You ever dealt with something like that?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : She sounds awful. I'd probably stop answering her if I were you.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : This is hard for me, Elizabeth.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : No, you're absolutely right.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Fewer words.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : More pictures. https://scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/159e894eb420cd9bbac58f2aee931624/5E145914/t51.2885-15/e35/54511482_405601036667348_3605620797025867244_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com

(TXT to Libby) Reese : (...)

(TXT to Libby) Reese : You're not making it easier.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Seems pretty easy from where I'm sitting. All you have to do is relax. I'm off work tomorrow. Could come by after my shift. To pick up the apron.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : I'm going out tonight.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Really? Where? With who?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Just out for some drinks.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : With who?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Some people from work.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : Are you going on a date?

(TXT to Libby) Reese : No, Elizabeth.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : I'm still head over heels in love with this other girl who broke my heart.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : (...)

(TXT to Libby) Reese : I'll send something over tomorrow or Friday. You take care of yourself, alright?

(TXT to Reese) Libby : (...)

(TXT to Reese) Libby : I miss you. I'm so sorry.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : I miss you too.

(TXT to Libby) Reese : Goodbye, Elizabeth.

(TXT to Reese) Libby : 😘