well, I can finally move again...
by eleven o'clock on Thanksgiving night I was thinking I'd morphed into Jabba the Hut and was in danger of suffering the same fate as Mr. Creosote...



I did nothing on Friday except for sitting in front of the boob tube and drink herbal tea, but I made up for it today by running errands and raking the yard, yet again. I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon burning some CDs and noshing on leftovers, maybe watch some college football or some basketball. Maybe I'll wander into what's left of my bottle of Maker's Mark Bourbon later on and have a go at another ranting post. We'll see.
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Later.
wander with me...