Thursday is Thanksgiving Day.  One day before Black Friday.  Joy.

Personally I hate Christmas and have since I was about 11 years old.  If I have to buy you a gift to show you that I like you, then I suck as a friend/family member.  If you don’t get that I like you without me spending money on you.  Then maybe you’re pretty damned shallow and I don’t need you for a friend.

The only real upside to this season is my Moms is coming out to visit this week.  That means I’ll have a week of biscuits and sausage gravy.   I love THE WOMAN and her cooking is good enough to have put twenty more pounds on me since we first hooked up.  But there is nothing like the way my Mom cooks.  She’s one of those old time Southern gal cooks that every recipe in her head included lard or bacon drippings.  Yeah, my bad cholesterol level will be ten points higher by the end of the week, but who really cares?  It’s damn good food.  That’s all that really matters.