In a few days, we in the U.S. will be getting together with family and friends, or if you’re like me, will be celebrating with a meal for one (as I write this, I only need the game hen because I have everything else, including dessert) and calling family because you have to be at work on Friday and the kinfolk are just a little too far away for a quick trip. But don’t feel sorry for me; if I get in a fight with someone in the family, I can just hang up. Being further away when the parties involved have sharp, pointy objects at their disposal is safer for everyone.
Besides, I have Luke’s ghost to keep me company. At least I know who to blame for the silverware finding its way to the floor.

Since I’m just cooking for me, there won’t be much of that. But there will be leftovers. And they’re all mine.
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I’m gonna be a killjoy here … remember, those foods are too rich for your puppers and kittehs, so it’s best not to give in.
They will make you feel guilty, though. Very guilty.
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