Yay msbelle!

I'm surrounded by three pies.

"Put the whipped cream DOWN and come out with your forks UP."

I'm surrounded by three pies.

"Put the whipped cream DOWN and come out with your forks UP."

Heh. I was thinking "Don't make any sudden movements -- the pecan pies startle easily. And remain calm -- the pumpkin pies can sense fear."

HAH!

Funny thing is, I'll bet I'm one the pies are safest from. I'm protecting them from the dogs of war extreme cuteness. Er, make that sleepiness, I think.

Cash, I'm glad your DH got in to see the doctor before any permanent damage was caused.

Also, YAY, msbelle!!

Two very good things to be thankful for this year.

Title of spam I received today: "Damn, you can not stop premature ejaculation!" Jeez, try to have some hope, spam.

I have spam that says:

Syrian relationship, I just don't think I'm prepared at this point to speculate whether this will have an effect one way or the other. I really am feeling old! Ahh the good old days, before banners and pop-ups! com have recently acquired some new big name clients like The London Stock Exchange, AXA Life and Cadbury Schweppes. We all had ribs, Kelly also had chicken. It started through a class at college I was going to then, Introduction to Philosophy. so much happening at a fast pace, much faster than the old series. not good since I run it. Battlefield Vietnam barely runs on my PC. How did he know where she would be standing? I got choked up during that like I did with the episode itself.

I don't know where that one stands on the issue of premature ejaculation.

This is a food holiday. the only arguement should be about who gets the last piece of pie.

Not that I'm observing Thanksgiving, but all our family holidays are food holidays. Never stopped the arguing.

Thanksgiving looks to be rather blah this year--going down to Dad's at noon for a 3:00 dinner, but will be on the road by 5:00 at the latest since he and the stepmom are heading over to a friend's for dessert. Oh, well, at least I should be home before traffic on 55 or the Tri-State gets bad.

I was silly enough to ask Dad if I could bring anything, and he said a small veggie tray would be good, so I stopped by the grocery store on the way into work this morning and picked up some carrots, celery, and green peppers with some dill veggie dip (currently sitting in our department's illegal fridge) so I wouldn't have to brave the grocery store mess later this afternoon. As it was, there were a lot more people in the store than I expected.

The interbunny is going to be a quiet place tomorrow while you are all off filling yourself with Turkey. Maybe I'll have to start the notorious game.