It’s a bright, cold morning in Pittsburgh. Time to take the stuffed chicken breasts out of the refrigerator and put them in the crock pot.
It’s days like this one that I wish I went to church. It’s always better to belong to a community to celebrate a holiday like Thanksgiving.
But I’ll celebrate this one by mailing checks to Sallie Mae and Verizon, doing laundry, going out and getting a newspaper, blogging, watching football on TV and drinking a few beers.
By game time the stuffed chicken breasts ought to be done.
GHH
