Maybe we should just go to bed.

The Lords of the Undead are coming over tomorrow, so we're doing round seventy billion of unpacking.

I made my third turkey earlier- hacking it up into bits pre selected for their leftover awesomeness. The raw carcass and assorted aged vegetables became broth immediately, the breasts were lightly roasted for sandwiches, the thighs were made into pot pies, and everything else went towards turkey tacos. We're a little sick of the bird.

I picked through the carcass the other day, pulling out bits of meat for enchiladas or soup, and carefully cleaned the wishbone. Today, I held the dry wishbone out to C. We both silently wished tomorrow would go well, and pulled on the wishbone.

The top popped off and fell into the garbage disposal. It's going to be a fantastic visit!