gobble gobble gob--- DAMN that turkey is gooood

I'll be taking a little hiatus over the holiday. I might post midweek, if I get the chance. I plan on using this time to work on the book, visit with family, and oh, yeah, EAT!!! With any luck, I'll return ten days hense full of hilarious dysfunctional family anecdotes and the joys of traveling with small children...

Happy Turkey Day to all and be sure and say a little prayer of deliverence for all the good Toms out there. I wish you all the turkey and fixins you want and none of the accompanying holiday guilt...

Praps I'll search for a guest host... Hmmm. Warning to anyone who subs in for me: this is a rough crowd. Be firm.

I'll leave you with this:

Yesterday I saw a guy playing a game with himself. (No, not that kind of game. Get your mind out of the gutter.) He was rolling 3 pennies like dice and writing down the results (I assume heads or tails, but I wasn't close enough to confirm that) on black paper (yeah, the pencil wrote in black.) He was older, dressed neatly and casually, so this being Boulder he could be anything. I wish I'd asked him, "Hey mister. Whatcher doin' that fer?" What do we think? Nutter or Professor or passing the time? Or some combo thereof. I wonder... He did have that evil grin on his face...

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