It's called Thanksgiving, you freaks.

Here it is, for the record: The next person who sends me the Turkey-Day (wtf? why can't you just say "Thanksgiving"?) "I Will Survive" song is going to suffer. You know the one I'm talking about, the imitative turkey singing and dancing to Donna Summer, oops, I mean Gloria Gaynor (thanks Fufi). It wasn't funny the first time, and it's sure not amusing the sixth. If you haven't yet had the immense pleasure of watching a black turkey gyrate and sing about death, let me know and I'll be more than happy to supply you with the link for such entertainment.

I'm just beyond tired of idiotic fowards. This latest one is certainly on of the worst, although equally annoying are the patriotic ones like "I'm Proud to be an American" or "The Crying Eagle," that seriously incite me to scream obscenities at the screen. Ever notice that the really stupid ones (ok, all of them) are ALWAYS sent by conservatives? Just an observation, but empirical evidence would certainly imply that Republicans are indeed retarded. You heard me right. Oh, and it's always the conservatives that, for whatever reason, seem to think that I'm likewise a Bush-supportin', pro-war, Evangelical Southern Baptist. Um, did you neglect to notice that I was pregnant prior to being married (and didn't even have the decency to hide it!), and that I LOVE Jon Stewart, and I think gay people are really fun.

Yeah, and back to the whole Turkey Day thing. When did that happen? It seems like something my dad woulda said just to annoy me, and now the whole country has decided it's cute. Um. Barf.

Whew, tirade officially over. I guess after all this bitching I should maybe say that I am, in fact, thankful for beaucoup de things, including, but not limited to: Fufi Fuferton, Smeleanor, that our new house doesn't seem to be haunted, Aunt Sae and Phil and Tay, the whoooole fam, Picard.

So anyway, y'all have a super Thanksgiving--I've already moved on to Festivus.