to those on my flist that celebrate it.
I'm going to call dinner a qualified success. The apple pie ended up burnt, but I think I know why--and it still tasted good, so we referred to it as "blackened" to make me feel better. Understand that I don't actually "cook" all that often, especially not a meal like this. So the fact that everything came out finished at about the same time and actually tasted good? Win.
And now I will collapse into a tryptophan-induced coma and attempt to write...something, while I watch my second favorite football team* lose the game.
At least the dog in the right Group won the dog show today.
*My favorite football teams are the Steelers, and whoever is playing the Cowboys.