Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy 14 hours of shift trade and overtime Thanksgiving.
Here's to drinking too much nog and going off on an in-law with a chair, but only after biting their ear off.
Here's to eating so much food, you get heartburn masked as angina but only after suffering for it for hours and hours and finally deciding you want to go to hospital via ambulance even though you had a house full of family all night and you live .3 miles away from the hospital.
Here's to leaving Aunt Sally alone with the unlocked liquor cabinet. PS, not good for anyone.
Here's to locking your car keys in your car on Black Friday at 1am and getting angry that the police department doens't carry slim jims like they did back in the 80's.
Happy 12 more hours still to go in the shift.
*sigh*
Happy Thanksgiving.
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