happy thanksgiving.

i just noticed that i have the tiniest bruise i have ever seen on the back of my hand. it is so tiny that i thought it was a pen smudge, and i just tried to rub it off with my thumb but that hurt, and i realized i's a miniature bruise. no more than 2 centimeters in diameter. how does one acquire a bruise that small?

so tonight, after BoyCat gets home from work (those bastards at Big Nonprofitland are making him stay all day!), we are hitting the road, braving the rain and snow that will allegedly be falling, and hopefully getting to the pseudo-cats-in-laws' house before 11:30 pm. it's normally only about a half hour drive without traffic, inclement weather, or highly-traveled holidays. and we're talking about the dan ryan expressway here.

tomorrow morning, we leave bright and early for the great state of kentucky. ah yes, i said kentucky. we'll be spending thanksgiving at BoyCat's aunt's house in louisville, and i will be certain to soak up all the kentuckian culture (and kentuckian bourbon and whiskey) and report back. on friday we're actually going to churchill downs, about which i am ridiculously excited. who knew you could still play the ponies the day after thanksgiving (well, play them in person, that is)? i'll try to take some pictures (who am i kidding, i'm going to take 7,000 pictures) and post some shots of good old-fashioned gambling when we return.

until then, happy thanksgiving! don't eat too much turkey, it will put you to sleep. and don't eat too much starch, it will make you obese. oh, and don't drink too much, it will make you pass out in a ditch somewhere and freeze to death.

or so i've heard.