Almost Thanksgiving...

Kyle came home yesterday, so that's cool. We went to Applebee's for lunch, and on the way home, we almost got killed by Wee Man from Jack(butt). There's a new random signal in town, which no one is used to yet. Kyle stopped for it, and Wee Man had to swerve to the side to avoid rear-ending us. Wee Man drives a big giant pickup, oddly enough. I would have guessed some kind of clown car or something. He rolled down his window with his tiny little arm, and I rolled mine down, too. Turns out this Wee Man also has a lisp. He said, "Holy thit, I didn't thee your bwake lighth in the thun! I almotht ran up your ath!!" I think he was standing up on his seat to talk to me.



So anyway, Brad will be home tonight, too. Full house.... and not in the good "Uncle Jesse" way.

Kacy wants to learn how to make a Thanksgiving meal, so she's going to cook for us, while I supervise the bird-preparation and all that. Hopefully she's not going to use Mom's "recipe" for stuffing.

What is everyone else doing?

You know, the more I consider the phrase "We were almost rear-ended by a midget with a lisp," I think that there are more joke possibilities there, that I'm missing. It might be because I'm still on pain-killers from my surgery, but it's bothering me that I can't formulate more. I'm just sayin'.