So Thursday I made the turkey and cut off the two breasts and put what I didn't eat on a plate in the fridge and put the carcass in the trash, thinking that it might be a good idea to take the rubbish out before going to bed or Monty the turkey shark might get at it in the night. I forgot to.

At 5a, I got up to go to the bathroom, walked through the living room/kitchen towards the bathroom, and noticed that the refrigerator was open. I went over to it and saw that the plate that I had put the turkey on was upside-down on the floor and there were but two small slices of turkey left, other than that, both breasts were entirely gone.

I don't know what I was worried about the carcass in the trash, for, what with Monty developing opposable thumbs and all. That Cat had eaten the entire turkey.

I went back to bed, and he joined me, purring up a storm. so would you purr, with an entire turkey in your gut. Though I wondered how he had managed it, what with a turkey breast being almost the entire length of his body. His tummy felt full, but not that full.

In the morning, when I got up properly, I found most of the second breast under the chair, and Elvis suspiciously refused breakfast, which is proof positive that he helped in the Great Refrigerator Break-In of 2001. The only innocent party was Baldrick, who was balancing on my butt the entire duration of the crime, which is not a sentence I ever thought I would say. Or type.

So yesterday I went to work. Argh. Yeah, I know, most people in the United States of America get the day after Thanksgiving off as a paid holiday, but not us over at The Company That Must Not Be Named! I mean, the place was pretty empty, but people were taking a vacation day, and I don't have one to spare.

Besides, even if I did have a day off I could use, I wouldn't have been able to, because I took it off last year and this year it was The Raccoon's turn. Accounting was a ghost town, though, since the Controller, the Assistant Controller, the Evil Overlord, Bill and Julie were all gone, the two newest accountants were there but left around 1p or so, and the other accountant (whose name escapes me, even though I've known him for a year and say his name every single day) only hung around until 3.30p because he needed to get me checks and stamp my checks and I didn't get the courier expense reports from Nigel until then!

Yep, it's crazy doin's round to The Company That Must Not Be Named. Hold us back!

On the AP side there were just me and the newest new girl, as the less new new girl had called in saying that she had a urine-soaked bathroom and was waiting for the plumber. She is as much a font of bullshit excuses not to come into work as the last person to sit in her cubicle was. And will likely meet the same fate. Eventually.

We stayed all day, though, me and the new new girl, because we are hourly. The day was pretty damned quiet, natch, I got three phone calls and two were from The Raccoon about stuff she wanted me to take care of, none of which I could do what with the rest of America having the day off and all offices but mine closed.

I did go to Lechter's afterwards to see about a casserole dish, but there wasn't a one to be found. I also thought about looking at some silverware, because somehow I now only have three forks and about twenty spoons, but they were fork-free. Plenty of spoons, though.

I ended up getting a couple of things at 25% off an already discounted price, a kitchen timer and a set of steak knives and a slotted spoon and things, but the best thing was a blender/food processor. I was looking at the blenders, and I don't own one because I don't tend to need one, but I definitely need a food processor so that I will no longer need to claw out my eyes every time I chop an onion, and this one is perfect! It's about a $60, $75 machine, and I got it for $30. Which was nice.

Sorry, I'm typing this while watching Brilliant aka The Fast Show on BBCAmerica. God, I love Paul Whitehouse, he is only so fine. Oooh, suits you!

Today's horoscope:
You will be asked to give more than is appropriate. Sympathy and support are important, but keep reasonable limits.

One year ago today:
I can only imagine that the entire township of Weehawken reads my page and were so overcome by my cornbread and sausage recipe that I posted the other day that they, en mass, denuded the store of ingredients.

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