Yes, Ma'am, it's a turkey coma

Once again the family gathered for Thanksgiving. Mom, Dad, brother, brother's wife, wife, wife's mom, small child, and me. A nice quiet Thanksgiving, complete with a Dallas Cowboy victory, one excellent bird (bird in the bag, my wife swears on it) and real cranberry sauce. Sorry, no ridges from the can. The food looked and smelled so good we could barely utter "Grace" before the forks began to fly. And with the Cowboys not starting until 3:30 we were able to complete dinner before the game started. Heh.