American Thanksgiving = Rollicking, Boozy?

There was some wine going around yesterday, but the most mind-altering substance was L-Tryptiphane, whose effect is kind of anti-rollick. I passed out for more than an hour.

Eauw!!!

We had a good T-day too, with the domestic disaster required of every American household on a major holiday. The kitchen sink blocked up completely, leaving me with the dishes from a major feast for twelve stacked up anywhere I could find counter space. And the plumber seems to be out of town.

I like the way they had to make it very clear (in bold italics, even!) that you can't return the Bottom Buddy once you've opened it.

I wonder what kind of cheapass (pun intended) would buy a used or refurbished one, anyway.

Spoilsport!

OK, I'm just feeling a little groggy after my first American Thanksgiving yesterday -- a rollicking, boozy affair -- and now I'm paying for it.

I think this is less about self-loathing than it is about extreme arthritis, stroke, etc. If you're physically challenged this tool and a bunch like it could keep you out of the nursing home.