Things seem to be mostly in line with Thanksgiving. I'm not completely sure about whether or not I'll be having the day off but what does seem set in stone is Cara, Xander and Corinne's attendance.  It will be interesting to try and pull this off but I couldn't really imagine the first holiday taking place any other way. Fallout fallout fallout and more Fallout. Cara's birthday is tomorrow.  As known as fact, she is one of the "Birthday people" who really like to enjoy their birthdays.  She's on that Richard Applin level of birthday observation.  Not only that but Cara feels the same way about Mother's Day, but that is something that I understand more and more each and every day. RT So let's get real with it shall we?  The whole point of last night for the children was to have their rooms cleaned up by the time I was done with work so that her son Xander would be able to stay up a little later so he could enjoy some man time marinating over Playstation 4.  Minecraft or Rocket League, I would have pushed for Rocket League but I know deep down he's been itching for a heavy Minecraft session and I really do owe him one as I've been obcessing over Fallout 4 and not really exposing myself to anything other than Rocket League if Fallout isn't already on the big screen.  Somehow this became impossible for the two of them, and it got to a point Cara told me that the room was worse than before they had started.  They worked on this massacre for the entire time Xander got off of school until the moment she put them down, at normal time. This continued into the morning (today) and Cara's stress levels are pretty much maxed out at this point.  She's on some fuck the entire world and a baby seal too shit.  Her mind's eye saw the following playthough of the weekend of her birthday going something like this: a nice enjoyable lunch with the Children Friday morning at either Grasshopper, Buffalo Wild Wings or Noodles and again with me Saturday morning before work.  We'll see how it all does play out but I'll tell you what the Children didn't do shit other than drive her up the fucking wall.  Her son is being a super dick, and her daughter is doing her typical morning shit with a twist of Big Brother adding to the mix.  Decibels of whining she doesn't quite reach when she's raising hell on her own. I'm going to max out excellency whatever way I can for the next forty eight hours in observation of her Day of Birth.  Cara Jane Koshak - the world is yours.