Happy Thanksgiving, you old savings and loan!


When I die facedown in a pool of something disgraceful, let it be said of me, at least, that I was a happy drunk. And that I observed occasions well.

The turkey was excellent (perhaps a bit garlicky; I’ll get the plain one next time). The wine as bitter as anyone could hope. James Bond hasn’t changed a bit. And when I took my annual inventory of the State of Weasel, it turns out I’m doing pretty well.

Happy Thanksgiving, every one. I love you all. Whoever the hell you people are…

This entry was written by S. Weasel and posted on November 23, 2006 at 2:02 pm and filed under Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

3 Comments

  1. geoff
    Posted November 24, 2006 at 1:35 pm | Permalink

    Happy belated Thanksgiving, SW. And if you’re not going to finish that garlicky turkey . . .

    Reply
  2. S. Weasel
    Posted November 24, 2006 at 5:28 pm | Permalink

    Back atcha. I think I ate more today than yesterday.

    Reply
  3. Muslihoon
    Posted November 25, 2006 at 12:06 am | Permalink

    A belated Happy Thanksgiving! I’m grateful for you and your blog.

    Reply

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