lazing on a sunny afternoon

Color me as surprised as anyone else; our turkey day went off without a hitch. I called my aunt in Rhode Island. "You gotta lift up the tuchas," she says. "They hide the heart and the giblets in a secret bag under the tuchas!" We didn't find it 'till the turkey was carved, after all.

Eleven people, four pies, and seven bottles of wine. Marcus bought pin lights, the icicle ones, and we strapped 'em up with a staplegun and the room was positively festive. Ghetto, but festive.

I knitted four scarves.

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I invented a baste of butter and chicken broth, garlic and Gulden's Spicy Brown mustard. I kicked turkey-basting's ass. I basted every half hour for five hours. "Anyone wanna get pregnant?"

Bron and Micah cleaned the fuck out of this house. We shopped five, six times. We have one small saucepan to use as a pot, and no meat thermometer. We made FIVE DISHES. We played the Name Game, and I thought of pene, and I love you and I'm worried about you and I miss you.

We COOKED THINGS. Ask sorlklewis -- she did most of the heavy recipe-ing and preparing. (I just BASTED. I also cut up two oranges, in the skin, and cooked them inside the turkey. I'm Alton Brown!)

Anyway, I took pictures.

( Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade at Sab's Home for Waywards )