I am so full, you guys.
Thanksgiving, for me, is just the beginning of a weekend-long food bender. I'm an all-or-nothing kind of girl, and so once I've eaten my own weight in crescent rolls I figure I might as well stuff my pie-hole with anything remotely edible until I pass out or can no longer button my pants, whichever comes first. Cheese, bread, spaghetti and meatballs, pancakes, pulled pork quesadillas, babaganoush, warm gingerbread with vanilla ice cream--nothing is safe once I'm in the dark, savory recesses of my K-cal hole. Especially not my triglycerides.
Seeing as I've just emerged from my food coma, I don't have much blog fodder except to list everything I've consumed since Thursday (see above). Well, except... my sister did sent me a photo yesterday of myself at age 3, standing naked in front of a Christmas tree and pinching my nipples, but I can't post it here or I might get investigated for child pornography. (As it is anyone who sees my laptop screen-saver is going to have some serious questions.)
On the upside, though, I think Jeff and I have our Christmas card concept.