Ahhhh. This womanz is back in her benevolent aspect again. Proper homage paid by all the right people (all my menz sitting around my table) not to mention a kudo or two. Enough leftovers to not have to really cook for a week. Dishes done, with actual help from the mister, whom I raised from the dead under the full moon when I realized how much food would be left over if he didn't come on in and eat his share. Or perhaps...I dunno...the aroma of the roasting carcasses of the turkey and ham may have seemed enough blood sacrifice...kinda mellowed me out, ya know?