It just occurred to me that there are some things that I subconciously never consider for the blog. I don't know why because they aren't offensive, overly private, or otherwise dangerous. Very banal, in fact. So here it goes, I'm squeezing this one out:
I went to a Canadian Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday night. It was quite well done and the people who joined us were great as well. We chowed down on a twenty-eight pound turkey, and a ten pound ham. I made sweet potatoes.