Thanksgiving went off with only a few minor hitches (namely, the probe thermometer died on me) and fun was had by all. As usual, one cat looked like a dork and Chloe continued her inexplicable yet annual tradition of biting the Thanksgiving table.
We ate to excess and drank slightly less than that and I must say that next year you should join us.
I want to wish a happy holiday season to all 18 of you.