Even with the bad news, Turkey Day 2005 went off without too, too, many hitches...

It began around 10:45 am.

Oop. I already rang the doorbell.

There's no turning back now.

It was sunny and bright.

A hot and humid 80 degrees outside.

Luckily, I was inside all day long.

The perfect ingredient to a perfect Thanksgiving dinner - your very own Mexican/Italian cook...

...but it's a shame we weren't having Mexican or Italian food...

Somewhere around Rootbeer:thirty I sat at the table anxiously awaiting the carving of the turkey...

...and the carving of all the other food, for that matter...

Ah, the turkey in all its glory...

See the ham?

It's my grandma in the background trying to be in the picture...

MmmMM...all the essentials...

Turkey, smashed potatoes, and a roll....

Hey, can someone pass the rootbeer?

Krazy K's shirt said it all....it was feeding time.

Which reminds me, I had squares on the UT/A&M game..

the pot was $100 per quarter...wonder if I won anything...

Heh...I said pot...

Four bottles of rootbeer,

one mangled piece of ham,

and two tiny salt & pepper shakers later... the feast was over.

Poor bastard never stood a chance...

He's lucky he wasn't the smoked turkey my uncle cooked...

...we de-boned that sucker before anyone even sat down for dinner...

With nothing left to do, [and after watching The Grinch four times in a row], we were left watching the dog lick her own nose...

Look at me, I'm a dog, and I can lick my own nose...la la la la..

Overall, Thanksgiving was a hit. Everyone that was invited showed up, people that weren't invited showed up, my mom's devil horns only came out twice, my dad was there to carve the turkey, krazy K was chipper and sisterly, the dog was dumb, I was funny and charming.... seems all's well that ends well...