I hope that everyone thoroughly enjoyed their Thanksgiving today by helping themselves to a disproportionate ratio of turkey to all else, awkward conversation with relatives you hadn’t seen in quite some time (probably last thanksgiving), and then sitting in the corner of the room enjoying your 2 1/2 plates of turkey to 1/2 plate of mash, dressing, roll and space for potential turkey bones all by yourself like any reasonable person should.
This is a time where you should not only be thankful for various meats, typewriters, facial hair, tall brunettes, or the second amendment, but for the people closest to you such as the local butcher, the man that sells you your brass polish or potentially members of your family.
Before I get all sappy I’ll just go one step further into the sap zone and say I appreciate everyone that has followed this blog and my co-creator Linds. This is a pretty awesome thing we have going on here and I’m glad you all enjoy it as much as I do.
Now, before I bid you all good night, may this be inspiration for next years feast…
“My idea of a perfect government is one guy who sits in a small room at a desk, and the only thing he’s allowed to decide is who to nuke. The man is chosen based on some kind of IQ test and maybe also a physical tournament, like a decathlon. And women are brought to him, maybe, when he desires them.”—Ron Swanson