Apparently if you don't eat for roughly 4 days and then get your appetite/ability to hold down food back on Thanksgiving well, your pants are in for a world of hurt. So full. 24 hours later. And contemplating a go at the biscuits because apparently I would like all of my clothes to rip at the seams a la the Hulk.
Oh and I have updated the blog lay out because I am, admittedly, a 97 year old man and the white on black hurt my delicate eyes. Also, I was drunk.