It's 8:30am. I've been awake off and on during the night. The entire house smells of the baking turkey...and fish sticks (Brother's idea of breakfast when he got home this morning from his booty call). A late night, last-minute trip to Walmart revealed a store looking like a dead carcass, picked over by buzzards. Not a can of cherry pie filling in sight.
Mom and Mr. Recommendation are en route.
Brother is currently in the shower, sucking all the hot water out of the 40 gallon tank.
Sam is in the back yard, barking at leaves.
I need to get dressed and go make pie.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!