Two Days 'til Turkey

Two days until turkey. Two days until more food than a third world country. Two days until basketball in the driveway and football on TV. Two days until pumpkin, pecan and apple pie. Two days until getting to see Shmeckl Plotnik and Little Bear-nik and Mummy Plotnik and The Great PunkyDunky and The Great FiveHead and Nefnik and Fefnik and Vashnik and the rest of the clan except for The Great BeezyWeezy, who will be in Massachusetts which has four s's and two t's.

Tomorrow, Plot and Duck will attempt to get up very very early and hit the road to try and avoid some portion of the 375 mile parking lot that awaits them. Because they'll try to be up by 5, they won't sleep past 2. Then, they'll dillydonk around making orange juice and sandwiches and, oh, did you remember to put gas in the car?, and what about blogging? and can you toast that bagel please? and shall Plotnik bring the guitar or the ukelele? and what? you forgot the Afica pictures? We have to go back to get them, and gee, that tire looks bald, and maybe they'll be on the road by 8.

But, hey. The IPOD has 362 songs on it. That ought to get them across the bridge.