Actually, two days.

• My turkey with nipples was a big hit.  I’m worried what the crowd we enjoy Thanksgiving with will ask for next year.
• On Wednesday night, I was the designated driver, drank three whole cans of ginger ale, and woke up with a hangover the next day.  Thursday I drank three large glasses of red wine and a bourbon and coke, then woke up feeling fine this morning.  Not sure what’s going on there.
• Moonshine spent all day yesterday walking around the house trying to figure out where that wonderful aroma was coming from.  The older dogs just sat and watched, knowing that eventually, turkey would be theirs.  Wisdom does come with age.
• One of the little pleasures in life is sitting in a garage, smoking cigars, sipping whiskey, and comparing guns.
• The day after Thanksgiving is an excellent time to stock up on pumpkin and fresh cranberries.
• Tomorrow I begin work on a new wood shed.  Whoopie.
  • Need to get the new shed built because we’re a bit low on firewood, and I don’t want to get a bunch more and then have to move it out of the old place.
  • Did I get this work done during the warm part of the year?  Of course I didn’t.  That would be intelligent.
• One of Irish Woman’s nieces brought her boyfriend over to the family gathering today.  If the young man can survive the interrogation he got from the uncles and older cousins today, he might be worth something.
• I never thought I’d be glad to get gas for $2.96 a gallon, but today I was.
• Tomorrow is Thanksgiving II: The Reckoning.  I promise to not violate this turkey like I did the last one.