Pie is made, duck is all brined, stuffed, and put into the oven, and sides are mostly ready.  I never even really liked Thanksgiving all that much, but this feels nice.  Maybe because this year there is duck instead of a turkey.

That read like a facebook status.  Whoa.

A year ago we had just gotten to London and were chilling when someone had the dude at the bar turn on the Lions game, and I realized that I had forgotten that it was Thanksgiving.  That was a fun trip.  

Plucking my eyebrows < plucking remaining duck feathers.  This is so satisfying!  I never knew!