Tryptorgasm

So we just got done eating Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey, trimmings, etc. etc. Regina's mom did all the cooking (thanks, Gail!). Holy shit, I'm stuffed. It's like I can't breathe, like my lungs collapsed just to make room for the leviathan haggis inside of me right now.

I'm thinking about dessert right now, though. There's always room for Jello, right? Except we're not having Jello. There's key lime pie, cheesecake and/or pumpkin pie. Still.....

I swear I didn't set out to write a “and then we did...and then we did....” entry, but honestly people, all the blood in my body is set to digesting the Brobdingnagian portion of food I just consumed, and there's none left over to do anything meaningful with. That includes Getting There.

Urrrrrp!

Hope y'all had a great Thanksgiving Day. I sure have. I'm most thankful for the boyfriend. It's a new life, folks.

Urrrrrp!