Ah, I was wondering where he went. I thought he was still on the ledge, but when I got up here, I was alone.
At least he left his magnifying glass.
*focuses magnifying glass on Porter*
Dude, you guys are crowding my ledge. *cough, half-hearted grumbles* Next time, I'm gonna put up a sign or something that says "Winks on ledge, hiding from inlaws, do not disturb."
Eh, but seriously it was fine. Although if my mother in law didn't get out of my kitchen when she did, she was close to getting thwacked with a turkey leg or something. I don't LIKE it when people hover over my cooking.
You're both invited to join Angie and me next year. We'll find a bar that allows dogs.
ETA:
*pulls out map*
In fact, Angie, maybe we should meet up at Haggis's's's's place. Ideally, we should find a place about half way between us. That way, neither of us will be anywhere near family who will try to persuade us to have a "real" Thanksgiving. If we're near Haggis, he can feed us after we knock back a few bottles of scotch. I'm sure he'll be only too delighted.
Robo? Swach? You're in for this, right? Who else?
*jumps up and down* Me, me! Well, maybe. I mean, it's not that far to drive. Michigan, right? Yeah...as long as there isn't a crap load of snow, in theory I could get over the UP and...
Ted, I'm not carpooling.
Also, I LOVE cooking for a crowd. Next year you are all invited to my place.
Whatever cardboard box I end up staying in.
That sounds very enticing, bos. Please make sure it is a refrigerator box. Those are awesome. And no packing peanuts. They are very clingy.
-pauses-
And they don't taste like peanuts. Not that I've tried them or anything.
Oh, and no, I have NOT had any wine. Just cider. Regular cider, not hooch. Scary, isn't it?
How fun!
