The downside of hosting Thanksgiving for the entire maternal side of my family is that the entire house is on plague protocol: tissue boxes and hand sanitizer everywhere, strict rules about the nobody sharing food that we're pretty sure the kids are ignoring when we're not looking. We've all got some variant of "sinus / stomach issues" and so we're all feeling like crap.

Despite all that, I ate too much of Kelli's turkey soup yesterday, then too much popcorn watching INSIDE OUT with Alex because he's been asking for a movie night, and I'm preparing to eat too much and probably drink more than a sick person should while doing our last Thanksgiving dinner with my sister this afternoon.

They'd take away my Ohio driver's license if I didn't point out that the Buckeyes beat the Wolverines yesterday.