In so many ways, I'm stuffed. Dinner is done, we're home and I'm not moving. Nope. Done. Just like the bird.
Dinner was at Mom's (since she has the dish washer). And it was quiet. Except for the friendly game of poker. When you get a 5 year old and 11 year old playing, it gets funny. The 11 year old took most of Tim's chips. The 5 year old just kept betting, even when we folded.
Oh.. the hilarity ensued.
Now, were is the pie...