Our Thanksgiving is going to rock. My roommates are all here, and the boy came in.
I have IRC running, and more people I love touching base in there, sharing their days with me. Mama will probably call; I love my Mama.
There is already fudge, and I have tangerines. I love tangerines. There will also be turkey, and ham, and potatoes, and green beans, and cheese, and fruit, and whatever else Myrrh takes it into her head to prepare. We will all be helping out, but on days like this, she rules the kitchen.
There was some difficulty getting the giblets out of the bird.
1st North American Discworld Convention. There will be a rush on that weekend at work. It's local.
Cox shapes traffic if they think you're being a bandwidth-hogging ass on their connection.