What's all that white shit?!


Greetings, friends, from the frozen North country. And happy Thanksgiving and all that. Here's to a bloated and gassy gullet stuffed with poultry and potatos. Here at the Hansen household will be eating spaghetti, my prefered T-day meal, as we'll be digging into hormone-enhanced gobbler at tomorrow's family feast. If we're lucky, we'll also get to partake of the traditional after-dinner gunplay.

As you can see, the snow is starting to come down here in the Ohio Valley. The dog was generally unimpressed this morning when she was kicked out into it to do her deeds.

I've got to say one thing though; frostbitten giblets or no, it's damn nice to get away from work for a while. See you suckers next week.