This verse, same as the last. Still coldin’. Starting crazy prep for Thanksgiving. Decided to make pumpkin pie out of a real pumpkin. You know, one with an orange rind that’s not made of aluminum or steel. Pork has been procured, as had a turkey breast for those who’ve cried fowl. Must remember to drop turkey breast on my foot while it’s still frozen to make up for that lame-ass joke.

Speaking of lame-ass jokes, I’ve introduced Clara Jane to The Cosby Show. Tonight, she witnessed this, and is now obsessed.  She keeps asking me how things went at the dentist and I have to say, “Obeekabee.”

This is all you get today, but the rest of this week will make up for it. Tomorrow, I’m going to Clara Jane’s school and teaching the kids to make ice cream in plastic bags.  We did a trial run tonight. Five minute of flinging a bag fully of pointy ice cubes about the kitchen, and we had soft serve. Tuesday, Wendy and Amelia arrive. Wednesday, some St. Louis tourism. Thursday, parents and grandparents and food. Friday, Christmas parade. Saturday, weep from exhaustion.