Mauvais, what a nice time you had with your parents! And what a sweet dad you have.

I hope your mom is doing alright.
I suppose it's as well that we didn't have turkey this weekend. sob. It IS my favourite meal. I keep having to refill my plate to even things up. There has to be EXACTLY the right amount of stuffing, turkey, and cranberry sauce on my plate for the last bite, otherwise I have to top up with more. And there's never exactly the right amount. burp.
Squeak, how did your meal turn out?
We have an American neighbour (draft dodger) who, with his Canadian family happily celebrates BOTH Thanksgivings. He's thin as a rail, damnit. He recently offered to teach me to swim in return for sexual favours. (jokingly. I HOPE!) I'm not sure if he wants the favours from me, or from my DH.

Every day I get up, step on the scales (for confirmation of no weight gain), and think, "I am going to have SUCH a good day today!" And every day it's the same damned thing. All is well until about 3 in the afternoon, and then the whole plan goes to ****. If only I could slip into a coma for about two weeks. Just to clean out my system and shrink my stomach.
Maybe I need some sort of reward mid-afternoon. Maybe I should have a shot of whisky and a cigar... and then a nap... I could awake to a gourmet meal cooked by my chef. Something on-plan, yet wicked.
I need a chef. I don't want Sflake or Lidian, because they cook as badly as I do. How about Squeak? I'll give you free room and board.