Gobble This

Well: off to D.C. we go, to spend Dead Turkey Day with family. Bubba has been telling me EVERY DAY FOR WEEKS how he misses his older male cousin. Every day. EVERY DAY. Several times a day, as a matter of fact. What will he go on about when he doesn't have that to harp on? I'm afraid to find out.

X-mas one month away and still no idea what to get the Mrs.

Did the Secret Santa thing over at millarworld.tv ; some poor bastard overseas is about to be exposed to my thoughts now that they count...

While there I was exposed to one of the most horrifying sights I have ever had the misfortune to lay my eyes on:







Canned Cheeseburgers. Seriously. The Germans came up with this for hikers. Words...cannot...express. Should have sent a Terminator to wipe out inventor. Still might.

Upon return from family, I have finals and then of course X-mas is upon us. SO... this is it until after that. Will be posting day after X-mas with thoughts/reactions/etc., especially Bubba's.

Happy Halalidays.

jdk