Canadian Thanksgiving is this Monday. We're having our dinner on Sunday, like a lot of people do.
This year I've been hearing a lot about a "delicacy" called a Turducken, which is a deboned chicken stuffed inside a deboned duck stuffed inside a deboned turkey. Who thinks of these things?
I've been thinking that we could do this in a big game version: a deer stuffed into an elk stuffed into a caribou stuffed into a moose. Delkiboose. If it's good enough for birds, then it's good enough for mammals, eh?
In other news, it's been a slow day here at work. Out of 18 phone calls, 14 were from Dave's friend Lloyd.
When I see his name on call display I'm tempted to answer as some other business.
How about, "Alzheimers Pizza! May I take your order again?"
The other day it was just Dave and me here. No customers. For some reason we decided to see if we could name a disease for every letter of the alphabet.
Asthma! he shouted.
Botulism!, I countered.
C-C-C-Cardiac Arrest! he said.
That's not a disease, that's an event, I said
Diabetes!, he said, ignoring me.
Then, it happened. That perfect synchronization that can happen between couples that have been married a long time. That merging of the minds. That pairing of souls....
Erectile Dysfunction! we chimed, simultaneously.
We basked in the glow of this for a few seconds, then resumed.
F-F-F Flatulence! I said, after some thought.
I knew you'd say that, he said.
Hirsutism! I trumpeted, then wondered if this means that my legs are officially diseased...
I-I-I've got to go and do some work!
...and just like that, as mysteriously as he came,
he was gone.
Back to work, leaving me groping for a disease starting with J.
and THIS is why I haven't blogged in a while. It's all trivial around here.