I loath turkey. Hate, hate, hate. I’m planning on pizza. Even the smell of turkey cooking brings out the chartreuse in me. I might just render 5 kilos of bacon to crispy goodness to counteract the stench.
Why do you hate America?
:dubious:
Give us a chance, flyboy, we put up with spidey and flytrap and you’ve already got a MMP name now.
Will depart Wednesday for Brother and SIL house for T-Day. They’ve done a remodeling job on the interior that I am looking forward to seeing, as I’m considering some of the same work next year. Also get to see nephews, nieces, and canines (3 bassets and an English Mastiff who thinks he’s a basset). Good times.
Slept until 0830 after my soccer refereeing this weekend. Have lunched and done some book shopping, which should conclude the active portion of my day. Will worry about packing and prepping the car tomorrow.
I, on the other hand, love turkey, and if I had room in my freezer, I’d smoke one more often to keep it on hand. My lunch at work alternates ham or turkey sammich. When we’re in FL and got to Sonny’s for BBQ, I always get the turkey.
YUM!!
So, Alien, have your bacon - I can’t stand the stuff. More turkey for me! 
Do you read?
Don’t let sphincter man or dogbutt find out, they will believe you to be strange.
flytrap, my library exceeds 2,000 books (I will admit that some of them were read 30 years ago and are still on the shelves, but they’re still mine). Might cause their heads to asplode.
Got the newspaper and mail stop done for the T-day time. Now need to go out and check the mailbox. Exciting life, eh what?
Home. **FCD **doesn’t want supper. I don’t know what I’m going to have. I do know bedtime will be early tonight.
I love America, it’s those evil smelling 8Kg sleeping pills I despise.
That, and the dammed things have had an population explosion and now run rampant, pooping on everything.
My stomach is a little iffy today. I think it’s because I ate too much candy. Darned cheap chawklit! I am trying to soothe it with not sweet things now.
Moommm did you say you can’t stand bacon? Why I never! Someone hand me my smelling salts. fans self
Sorry, Sunny, but bacon does nothing for me. I don’t like the smell, I don’t like the grease, and I hate that so many things I’d like to try are baconated. I’m good with pork in most other forms, but not hog bellies.
I had a piece of cod and some peas-n-carrots. **FCD **had cereal. We’ll have ice cream later.
I’ll be doing some drafting for FCD’s office on occasional Firdays some time in the future. Extra pocket change - I can do that! 
Ladies, gentlemen, Mom; I think we are in trouble.
We are safe, it’s past us and heading off to the galactic north.
Star Trek’s doomsday machine could change course. :dubious:
Star Trek wasn’t a documentary, you know…
As I said in the last thread our plans were for Indian.
Were.
I got home from the courthouse, where for once I was not the defendant, to find out that they decided not to open because
a) few of us made reservations (Well, they are dot after all)
b) few of their employees wanted to work
:smack:
So now we’re looking for a Plan B that does not involve waiting 2 hours to get seated (so the casino is out) or $60 per head before the tip.
I am not a happy Thanksgiving camper at this point. And I’m working that day as well. :smack:
Also from last week:
No -------- this kind of tang.
http://www.topsurvivalweapons.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/knife-tang-graphic.jpg
Anything with a potential of violence makes me smile. Even when my Freudian Slip is showing. 
Everyone knows that. Now “Space:Above and Beyond” on the other hand …
just take a chance.
Anyone else remember the significance of that line?
Now back to that whole jury thing -------- I got there early and settled in with a good book (Frances Slocum: Little Lost Sister of the Wyoming Valley for those who would ask) as everyone settled in. This was Civil Court. The first pool was for a injury case around a traffic accident and having been in 4 TAs as the victim and never injured and also being a member of a motorcycle awareness group founded/funded by a local notorious ambulance-chasing-personal-injury attorney both sides wanted to strike the living crap out of me. Second pool the case settled before it got down to the actual pick. I got released at noon and the OW and I had a fine lunch together at Peppi’s Sandwich Shop.
I should have reported in to Da Jungle. I say should have since my shift starts at 6pm. But as the court-clerk-lady pointed out to us all the tickets they give us for our employers aren’t time coded and I was really bored and tired beyond words so --------------- after my nap I am now running around the Dope instead of slinging boxes.
Life can be good; very good.
And inspired by another thread: anyone else among the Mumpers remember the B-side to Tubular Bells - the Exhorcist theme?
Howdy Y’all! Home from men’s night over to the church house. ‘Twas a good time as usual. I have been a bzzy bear today. I helped with Turkey Day dinner packagin’ this mornin’, went to the liberry, spiffed da cave, and worked on funeral arrangements. No, I do not plan to shuffle off this mortal coil anytime soon, though one never knows. This is what I wish at my funeral, scriptures, hymns, etc. Plus ploppin’ down five hunnert bucks for a niche in the columbarium. I don’t want OYKW and family to have to worry about this stuff when the time comes, thus it shall all be on file at the church house. I have already made arrangements with a funeral home as to cremation and the cost therein. I like the idea of takin’ care of all this myself.
OK, morbid time is over.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
That is a tad morbid, or sobering, or something. Sigh.
I have fetched the pup from playland. She is zonked out. Apparently she had a good day.
I’m jealous of those of you who get turkey. I want turkey. I already had some during my Thanksgiving, and I like it so much I want more.
Now let’s see how many Americans I can confuse with the above paragraph.
My shoulders are sore because I went trampolining yesterday. Why it affected my shoulders and not my legs, I don’t know. It was maybe a mistake to bring a heavy bag of road salt home today, which didn’t improve my shoulder pain, but we needed salt for all the ice on the outdoor stairs.
Good times at the trampoline place, though. 
0310 this AM, the phone dings with a precipitation warning.
Lake effect snow reached us. Mind you, we are the last dry land before Europe…