Last night I lay in bed wondering how to drive to work. I hadn’t been there for a week and I couldn’t remember the highway exit. I found it, damn. So ends another Thanksgiving holiday.
Here’s a picture of our soon to be devoured turkey…
And here’s a picture of Fuzzy, after hours of cooking and eating the turkey….
On Thursday Fuzz and I went to a friend’s house. Being the cool/hip lesbians that they are it was held in their massive turn of the century barn they’ve turned into a performance art space. When we arrived at the farm we found people from all walks of life mingling with the help from great music and great wine. We hung out with a hip and trendy tattooed minister and a gay couple that insisted everyone did Ready-Whip shots. I despise and loath Thomas Kinkade but, it did seem like a gay Thomas Kinkade painting.
So here’s how we spent the remainder of the weekend.
Well……and some gun oil…..for my gun.