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Thursday, November 27, 2025

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

RANDOM WEDNESDAY: David Hoffman - Flying in 1979

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

My family never really did the "traditional" Thanksgiving thing. While others gathered around a turkey with all the cousins and casseroles, we usually packed up and headed out of town. The idea was simple: skip the drama, make our own fun. And honestly, it worked.

My favorite Thanksgivings were at the Houston Galleria, which, to kid-me, felt like visiting another country. We'd check into the Westin Galleria--glitz, glamorous, and full of people who looked way fancier than us. Thanksgiving dinner was at Delmonico's, a steakhouse that made me feel like we were living large. When that closed, we just pivoted to Zucchini's at the other end of the mall.

The Friday routine was a classic. While mom power-shopped, Dad and I wandered the Galleria, hitting toy stores, and even a booth where you could record your own song on a cassette. By afternoon, we'd regroup for the Texas vs. A&M game -- me napping, them glued to the TV--before heading out to Westheimer for hibachi dinner.

Saturdays were more of the same: shopping, college football, and my dad finding ways to keep me entertained with museums or Toys R Us trips. Looking back, those Galleria Thanksgivings were the best -- less about turkey and more about laughter, adventure, and avoiding the usual family squabbles.

by Elisabeth McNair (@margaret__elisabeth)

Monday, November 24, 2025

A Breast Day Ever! Part 3

Ever since my wife’s early-summer “birthday upgrade,” we have been enjoying living with a new set of breasts. She gifted herself a confidence boost, and while I was perfectly happy before, I have to admit — the results turned out beautifully.

A week before her business trip, we decided to tackle the all-important wardrobe adjustment. Shopping for new clothes became an unexpected adventure — part fashion show, part puzzle-solving. Sizing suddenly turned into a mystery. What once fit comfortably now looked snug, and blouses that used to hang loose suddenly needed their own zip code. Some dresses fit her perfectly, but now her concerns was that it showed too much cleavage. Although not said out loud, I thought "Wasn't that the whole point of getting bigger breasts."

We eventually cracked the code — Dillard’s, as it turned out, had the magic combination of style, fit, and flattery. But jeans shopping was a whole other quest. Our second date years ago involved hiking, and I remember how great she looked in denim. Let’s just say that admiration hasn’t faded — it just now requires a bit more patience in the fitting room (and a few laps around the mall). Thankfully, H&M saved the day with options that fit both body and budget.

Before her trip, I found myself enjoying her pre-packing ritual — her topless trying clothes and planning her outfits for the week. “Is this too revealing?” she asked. Again, I thought, “Wasn't that the whole point of going big or go home?"