Next was the annual Ward "Turkey Bowl", where I was acclaimed the MVP for catching 2 passes for 1 TD, making the game-ending interception, and not hurting myself. (I was 24 years senior to the next oldest player by the end of the game, so the last was the most impressive feat.)
Meanwhile, Hercules was engaged in his favorite activity, but with a Feast Day twist; as he finished molesting my sweatshirt, he looked longingly at the pillow he had molested earlier in the day:
More later if I remember to bring the camera when we head out for the family dinner.Update 1423 22 Nov: Here's a picture of the turkey carcass I just finished carving:
The best thing is, this isn't even the turkey we're eating for dinner, since that one's being cooked over at my wife's sister's house. This one was cooked up just for sandwiches later this week! I love my wife soooo much....
