Heeeeeere, turkey, turkey, turkey....

Yeah, I'm still a blogging bitch. I'll get back to my old ways sometime soon.

Nothing is new.

Don't really talk to New Guy/Healthy Boy anymore. No worries. Knew that would happen.

Just wanted to wish all my peeps a Happy Thanksgiving! Even to those of you who don't celebrate....eat a turkey sandwich or something and think of we Americans proving ourselves, once again, to be gluttonous overeaters.

I can't wait.

I'll be at my sister's in Rochester. In attendance will be: Grannie, Mom, brother Rob and his daughter; sister Becky and her 2 kids; sister Marylee and her 3 daughters; sister Melissa (hostess), her husband and daughter; brother Judge and myself.

Last year, on Thanksgiving night, HotBabe and I went to a bar called Herkimer and got drunk. I locked myself out, then HotBabe rang every buzzer till someone let us in. Then I passed out in my apartment hallway, just short of my bedroom. I burnt a hole in my carpet. Missed work the next day. Good times.