Think...I'm...Gonna...Pow!

Ah, is there nothing better than gorging yourself on fine thanksgiving vittles? Oh sure, not having a stomach this close to popping is plus, but them's the breaks when you go for the gusto. 3 different pies and pumpkin bars, woo! Strawberry pie is a bit odd, I must tell you, but nothing, and I do mean nothing, can beat a really good cherry pie. Okay, so some might say something about apple pies, but that's not really so much about the food...

While still in the Tamara induced coma (Kyla to all the rabid SV fans out there in desperate need of tetinus shots), I...um...well that's still pretty much the same. Doing good I must admit. I've significantly knocked down my drooling to a couple gallons a day, but it's still fairly significant. Not to say that my infatuation with the lovely miss Kreuk has up and moved to Borneo or the Ukraine, but I think that ma nouveau crush has it tied up and smacked around in a back room some where.

More on this later, if I haven't exploded in a messy puddle of turkey and taters somewhere.