ALL RIGHT, LET'S EAT!!!

You know I've been waiting for this day since, well, since last November.

Thanksgiving Day!

The day true eaters long for every other day of the year.

Turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy and cranberry sauce and green bean casserole and macaroni and cheese and hot rolls and pumpkin pie and . . . and whatever else you can cram into your craw.

(Def: Craw - the stomach, especially of a lower animal.)

Well, I will not avoid the description of a lower animal as I attack my plate with reckless abandon.

Now some of you have abandoned the noble bird for ham or roast beef or whatever.

But my lovely partner would never do such a terrible thing.

Even though she dislikes turkey, she is a noble creature.

So I looked forward to my feast this year, as always.

And as my mouth was watering and my anticipation was at rocket level, here's what she placed before me.

Happy Thanksgiving!

(i guess)

ONE MORE DAY!

Okay, Gentle Readers, that's it.

My work is done.

Now wherever you are and whether you celebrate this American feast day or not, thanks for your patience with my warped sense of humor/humour and may you all have a great Thursday.

Even these Muppets gathered around their "big bird"!

TWO MORE (DAYS)

 

DOUBLING DOWN

 

SAINTS PRESERVE US

 

IN PLAIN SIGHT

 

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

All right, Gentle Readers, let's get down to it.

It's the last week until Thanksgiving.

Or, if you prefer to be Political Correct, Friendsgiving.

Whichever you choose, it's a great day for eating.

For dining.

For scarummphing.

And a sad day for our poor avian friends, the turkeys.

But look at this way, if Benjamin Franklin had had his way, we'd be scarfing up eagles!

So spare them no pity.

Just dig in and enjoy yourselves.

Except if you're the poor woman who has to prepare all of that food.

And that is it, my friends.

I gave you a choice.

Turkey or soup.

Or maybe, a few days later . . turkey soup.

With pepperoni!

All right, enough.

Let's all contrive a celebratory, calm and carismatic weekend before the cacophonous day of capricious craving ahead.

And always, remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .