Thanksgiving is such a strange-ass holiday.
it is, however, enormously fun the way we do it, and boy, is that something to be grateful for.
We got there at 11:30 yesterday morning, and at 1:00 am we were still playing poker and nibbling on turkey and desserts.
why can't we have this much fun every week?
must have something to do with being a stinkin' grown-up.


Chris in Manchester, England, sent me a little email titled "hey stooey" and I really think I rather like "stooey" as a new nickname (I'm not really sure how much I want that to stick...) he did refer to me as a "him" on his blog somewhere, perhaps he thought I was Stu.
At any rate-- this is stooey, signing off for a few days--- in spite of the cold, the (huge potential for) rain, and how tired we are, we're going to try to go camping. If it rains a lot I'll be the first one in the cheesy motel.