Two Week Warning

i might drive 6 hours and crash the party.

 

I might take my laptop with me to Thanksgiving and follow along as I eat.

 

We need the scoop!

 

This year, my Thanksgiving is going to suck like a cheap whore.

Traditionally, we go to Mrs. Hack's parents for a 10 a.m. breakfast ensemble of waffles, omelets and other delicious treats. That's followed by a mid-afternoon trek (3ish) to my brother's for a traditional Thanksgiving meal, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, macaroni and coagulated cheese, sweet potato casserole and other assorted fares.

This year, though, the brother's clan wants to do Thanksgiving at 12:30. So unless I'm going Roman this Thanksgiving, I'm going to have to make do with less.

 

Times are bad, Freelance. We all have to make do with less.

Just eat smarter.

 

Oh, what the crap is this?

 

I thought about it, but decided it would sound like one long Jewish joke, and didn't want to disrespect my niece.

Although I guess I could mention the hora incident. You know how it works, when someone is in the chair, and the strongest guys get under the chair and raise it up and down?

 

no.

 

Drink a Fresca and die!

If we're forced to eat smarter on Thanksgiving, then the terrorists have won!

 

I'm vaguely familiar.

 

Well, then I can't really explain how Lou's head became entangled in the chandelier.