Stars are a thing of the past here now and anyone can comment, no account needed. You will also notice they layout is different and they "say" they are bringing back friends and followers and private messages, but, I keep asking and I have seen nothing to indicate that will happen. Sadly, most of the starred…

I got off easy this year, just a back up of all pictures and music to an external hard drive. I did it left handed while cutting a piece of pumpkin pie with my right.

That "metal thingy " on the ankles of the bird. I have to take it off to get all the nasty giblet stuff in that nasty paper bag out of it.

That reminds me.......I have to go to the garage and find the bolt cutters to cut that damn chastity belt off the ankles of my turkey.

Yes there are.

Even worse is the fact that my family gatherings are strictly dry (no alcohol permitted at all, not even in the pecan pie or fruit cake) and still certain family members manage to make total asses of themselves. (Probably myself included.)

I have a feeling every call will contain heavy breathing and all start with.... "What are you wearing?".

I agree. They always took the dead bodies away and never asked for an explanation.

I love Sean, but that picture gives me the creeps.

Agreeing to mediation doesn't mean anything unless its binding. Both sides can still be jerks, they just do it with a middleman.

This is the worlds oldest and most bitter case of sibling rivalry.

Fortify your sanity by locking out the relatives.

The one right next to the big red button that says "Press only if you hate Zionists"?

Trojan Horse? Go ahead, take it back to HQ and lets find out.

Completely agree. You do not kick the lion in the nose and expect it not to come after you. I fear for the uninformed script kiddies who have just messed with something that WILL strike back, and a lot harder than they were struck. Welcome to the big time.

What makes you think I am not already there? ;)

I was hopeful for Matt Honan.

Closet I ever got where the orange ones for Halloween and then (I think) green for St Pattys.

I used to love them so much (I really don't eat this kind of gar-bage anymore) that if I had an argument with my X, he would bring me Snowballs to make up. He knew I could resist roses, but not the delicate allure of these pink creations.