Fingers pressed against your lips.

Everyone is shushing me today.

Seriously. Like three different people, three different occasions.

Let them eat pie.

So apparently I was supposed to put the turkey in the refrigerator a couple of days ago. Which seems simple enough. Except for the part where I put it in the freezer. It appears that turkey must defrost.

I have quite possibly ruined Thanksgiving.

Devin means poet.

I just googled my brother's name and the first thing to pop up was a link to a poem he wrote years ago called "Ode to Oatmeal". Which is hilarious. I miss that kid.