In technicolor. Such a title is appropriate for a day like this, yes? Yes. Well I don't know, it just came to my mind all of a sudden. Today is Thanksgiving. I ate so much food it's not even funny. I even ate this broccoli [sp?] cassorole [sp?]. Sounds gross, but it was my favorite. I had a whole bunch of other stuff. Cranberry sauce. Gotta love that stuff too. I celebrated at my grandmother's and then went to play rummy at my uncle's. It really was a good time. Among the usual people I see in my family, I saw this lady who I've never seen before, who was probably so old it's not even funny, and she probably ate more than I did, as she kept asking for more food. She then later talked about her college days at an all girl school, when they were secretly visited by the boys and got drunk and danced [she probably meant..."danced."]. She said she would only drink a few drinks. She also told us her grades went to Hell after the third year. Such a sweet old lady she was. I also saw my high-class wanna-be, former topless dancer, 58 year old great aunt. And some other interesting individuals. I hope you all made the best of this day, and didn't forget to thank the Lord for slaving over a hot stove to provide you with the food that you actually consumed that he planted all on his own, and no one else had any part in the making of. I didn't, however, I did thank anyone who had me on this day. What a man-bitch, I am. -Amen.