Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends...

the rest of you, just have a good day and something good to eat. And, yeah, I know that pic is old and weird. I mean, if the dude already has the oven on and the fixin's out, he's got a LONG way to go before he gets that turkey in the cooker. But, the idea that a turkey is smart enough to hide and put a lampshade on it's head is too absurd to ignore. They don't hide, they follow you, which is why I always had brain damaged pet turkeys. I couldn't do it. But, I'm off to my moms house where I never knew the turkey and I will be fine. Too bad for the anon turkey.

Then we'll sit around and mom and the aunts will vigorously (not fighting..don't ya know?) discuss Dancing With The Stars and that poor Jenny Garth and mom will say she hates Mel B because she doesn't take care of her kids and she knows that because the National Enquirer says so. Then I'll ask her if she's ever reads my site and she'll say "What is it you do again?" Then she'll admit she peeks over someones shoulder at the evil computer once in awhile, but, remind me about how all internet people are just perverts looking for women to rape and dismember because The Star had an article on that too. BUT...there will be pie. :) Have a good one.