Happy turkey day everyone. We're going over the mountains and through the woods to my sister-in-law's house in central Oregon. Her husband and I are kindrid spirits when it comes to eating the Thanksgiving feast. We believe in getting the turkey (mostly dark meat), dressing, and mashed potatoes on our plate before smothering the whole thing in gravy.

Of course, now I'm starting to hear that there might be snow in the mountains for our return trip home.

I'm not a big mulled wine fan, but a spanish coffee might go well with the invoicing that I have to do this afternoon before I leave work.