I have a fridge full of leftovers, some of which only I can eat (the actual turkey, stuffing made w/sausage, etc.), thanks to me being an omnivore while The Boy is a vegetarian.

However, I have been feeling on the verge of puking for about 4 hours, and I have that weird metallic taste in my mouth that happens when puking is imminent.

I don't know what's up with that, but it's pissing me off, b/c I want to put some leftovers in my belly.

Welcome to GA, smonster. I wish you were here for a happier reason.

You mean when your mouth tastes like a zinc lozenge? I hate that taste. I don't associate it with nausea in general, but at the same time whenever I get it, it makes me want to splat.

Ugh. So sorry for you, Steph.

Steph, I hope it's a false alarm and you feel better soon.

Thanks, flea, me too.

Grandpa is sorting mail. We just had our first argument of the visit over the n word. And my sis was tapping my foot to get me to shut up but damn, I gotta draw the line somewhere. ION, it is mind-boggling the variety and kook level of the mail he gets. Japanese nutrition supplements, solicitations from a dozen charities I've never even heard of, right wing crap... It goes on and on.

I had some leftovers, and so far all seems well.

SO FAR.

For David: [link].

::eagerly awaits for Hec's thumbs up / thumbs down::

::pauses dramatically...extends arm with thumb sideways, and........THUMBS UP!::

My stockpot is boiling away merrily. Mmmmmm, turkylicious.

We're having family movie night. We started off with Australia, but we all agreed that it was not sufficiently festive, and so we switched to Love Actually.

We're having family movie night. We started off with Australia, but we all agreed that it was not sufficiently festive, and so we switched to Love Actually.

That's fair. I think one really needs to be Australian to feel the holiday spirit from watching Jack Thompson get trampled to death and Bryan Brown eaten by a crocodile.

Here's an idiom for you: Grandpa looked at my brother and said, "You look like you been suckin' the hind titty." By which I think he was referring to the fact that my brother looked tired and weak, since he'd been traveling all day. B/c runts get the hind titty, doncha know.

Funeral tomorrow. My brother is apparently a pallbearer. I had a tiny moment of feminist ire over that, but let it pass. Not about me.

Quiet in here tonight.

Grandpa looked at my brother and said, "You look like you been suckin' the hind titty."

Ooh! Good one.

::files away for writerly use later::

That's better than "you look like you been rode hard and put away wet" - which has been exhausted.