The Detroit Lions Rule!

We're "watching" the game. The Butcher is watching and about dying of outrage over the officiating, but seems resigned to watching his favorite team lose. I'm working on the current afghan. I'm a little concerned that I may be remembering the recipient of said afghan as being a little broader in the shoulders than humanly possible, as it seems very wide. But, and here's the happy part, Mom is snoring, Dad is snoring, and the dog is snoring. So, yes, they got here this morning at 9 and the men proceeded to camp out on the couch and bark orders into the kitchen at my mom. I tried to insist that the Butcher cook the turkey, but Mom wouldn't hear of it. Unfortunately, Mom seemed content to leave all of the plastic parts in the turkey and so I did have to step in to make sure we were going to have an edible bird. My dad was outraged that we hadn't already started the turkey. He thought we were going to eat at noon. I asked him if he'd ever met the recalcitrant brother, because that dude never gets anywhere in a timely manner. I predict he'll be here by two and we'll eat at four. I only wish the Lions were a good enough team to tie Atlanta and send this game into overtime. The longer we can keep everyone asleep, the happier I'll be.