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:

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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.

I'll be here Sue. You and I, holding the fort.

I have achieved creme de menthe brownies! Now I just have to wait for the chocolate topping to harden and cut them into squares.

Last night I had a weird dream about bus rides, Japanese style public baths, sharing communal housing with a bunch of freaks, the delivery girl from a Chinese restaurant having a big crush on Ben Affleck (who was one of the housemates), and peoplewalking around on stilts.

You and I, holding the fort.

Can we make a pillow fort?

Finishing the game is my plan for the holiday too.

I'm bringing the laptop, so I'll likely be around. I cannot wait to be up there, sitting on the back porch, knitting, sketching, playing on the laptop and sipping scotch.

Want to leave NOW!