Deep Fried Tryptophan

I'm currently watching "Pumpkin Chunkin'."  I love America.
It's nice to have a few days off in a row. 
Gray.
Brine + Turkey + Deep Fryer = Win
I think I'll be a moonshiner.
Poor Anna has to open the store an hour early tomorrow for all the crazy people who are willing to risk their lives for a decent price on a TV.
Does it make me a nerd that I want a trebuchet?
I'm hungry.  I wonder where I can find some food?  I hope there's still a turkey wing hiding somewhere.
My left ankle makes horrible sounds.
Why am I so hungry?
If the Broncos are to make the playoffs this year, they need to beat the Chargers this Sunday.  Even if they don't make the playoffs, I will consider this season a success if they beat the Chargers this Sunday.  Have I mentioned how much I hate the Chargers?
I called my family to wish them a happy Thanksgiving.  As I expected, my dad was hunting.  I guess my sister just popped in and out and my brother didn't feel like going out so my mother rummaged in the refrigerator.  My family is so festive.  It makes me proud.
Why does everything get so itchy while I blog?  Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.  Or just on my skin.  Or in my mind.
Anna and I went to see 'Puss in Boots' with one of Anna's coworkers.  I was so tired I couldn't tell you if it was any good or not, but Anna liked it.
I have no pity for people griping about the lines on Black Friday.
Our friend Jennifer is here for Thanksgiving.  She and her husband are currently stationed at Fort Carson.  She doesn't like Colorado Springs.  I think she's crazy.
I'm struggling to find things to write tonight.  It must be because I'm not wearing those Superman underwear.

Now jamming:

Band-- Living Sacrifice
Album-- Conceived in Fire
Genre-- Thrash metal