ZZZZzzzzz!

I am quite pleased that I did not gorge myself on holiday deliciousness this year. My grandma did bring over an outstanding strawberry pie, but other than that I ate in moderation. What I did not do in moderation is sleep...and I blame you Mr. Turkey for this!

Turkey is yummy, but the tricky son of a bitch gets me every year. I eat a comfortable amount of this intoxicating poultry and then ssssnnnnoooorrrrr. I am out on the couch like an old man(pants ALWAYS reminded zipped!). The worst part is that the next day I am eating leftovers and passing out all over again-I would burn my hand repeatedly on a hot pan if that hot pan tasted as good as my dad's homemade turkey and dumpling soup.

As a fairly educated woman I am quite aware of the cursed tryptophan, yet I could eat healthy portions of turkey based meals everyday. To add insult to injury the amount of movies running during Thanksgiving weekend is enough to sideline me to the couch all on their own. If I watch ELF or Austen Powers one more time I may be considered an expert on the films.

While I am proud of my self control this year with my eating this Thanksgiving I am sadly let down at my ability to not be a lazy slug. I am pretty sure that I am now going to take a nap.