Turkey

Hot damn kids, I just love turkey.

This year, we went to Kim's Aunts house for T day. Unfortunately, the Uncle on that side can't have sodium, which made for quite a bland feast. So, when we returned home we had a second T-day feast, which is good, because the whole point of the "holiday season" is to make yourself so tired of turkey that you don't want any for the rest of the year. I think I'm well on track to meet my STUFF (or Sick of Turkey Until Following Fall) quota.

On another note, James bond marathons are cool. I think they're supposed to work the same way as the Turkey, you watch so much bond in your Turkey induced stupor that you don't need to watch it again until the next bond marathon (in three weeks.)