Well, the turkey is in the oven. Every thing else is ready to go in the oven in about an our. My brothers are over at the Butcher’s friends, watching the first half of the game on hi-def. My nephew is playing Grand Theft Auto. My mom is going through our kitchen looking for god knows what. Dad is eating Doritos and watching a special about Bozo and the dog is sleeping like a rock.
And now my dad is arguing with himself about which guy in Bozo’s band was my uncle’s uncle.
I’m just about to lay on him the knowledge that mammoths ate osage oranges.