FINALLY, HUMAN FOOD AGAIN

The last of the turkey leftovers, soups, carcass bits and other assorted by-products have all been consumed - with the exception of some stock that'll come in handy in about...

HOLY CRAP THERE'S ONLY 22 SHOPPING DAYS LEFT AND I HAVE DONE BUBKES!

Er. Anyway, there's room in the fridge again and at this there was much rejoicing.

THE OLD TRENCHERMAN HAS LOST A STEP

No longer can I gorge on Thanksgiving as in days of yore...not with child-hoisting and mom-corralling and order-taking and whatnot. So before you go believing any urban legends, it's not the tryptophan that'll make you sleepy, and it's not the Detroit Lions. It's just plain old garden-variety exhaustion, added to in my case by all the new-job-running-around-filling-out-paperwork behavior.

You: go to Boogershoppe. Me: go to sleep.

CAN'T...UNCURL...TOES

My wife's apple pie is that good.

I am full as a tick and will resume semi-coherent posting some time Friday, if I'm fortunate.

MEANWHILE, LURKING BY A STONE IN THE MUD...YOU?

Any more followers out there? My fiendish plan to have every humanoid in this galactic sector reading this blog by Thanksgiving finds itself becalmed. Commenters are welcome as well, of course. Who doesn't enjoy a little dishing?

Both the wee ones are home today, and we've got Noodle's first teacher conference this afternoon. Our initial indications are that she's a complete angel at school and saves the hellionosity for mom and dad and little brother. Although right now she and Beast are quietly watching Monsters, Inc. after a remarkably sane breakfast.

Please don't let it rain all day. I really need to get the little varmints outside.