Also known for its miscellanous equipment exports

It's Turkey week! Never mind that I don't care for turkey, or that I personally would prefer to have a Mexican fiesta in lieu of the traditional T-day fare - what's great about Thanksgiving this year is that, unlike the last two years, we'll actually be spending it with family -- in Rhode Island. More specifically, Mr. Dub's bro and his wife.

I mean, who goes to Rhode Island? Sure, it gets a disproportionate amount of elementary school students who want to do their state report on it because they assume its small size will require a smaller effort. (Alas, no, you'll just have to ramble on longer about their top export: scrap and waste.) But most people never make it to the tiny state with the longest name: Rhode Island and Providence Plantations. You know, besides the million people who live there.

Perhaps this would be a good time to let you know that I may or may not be blogging whilst binging (and contemplating purging, but only to make room for more mashed taters). In fact, the life stress demons have decided that it's possible I will return from RI (we're on an abbreviated basis - jealous?) and only have a few days to pack up our place and move up the road to a nicer residence. The nicer residence would be good, the packing no me likey. Throw in a church activity I'm in charge of the same week, and you could bet on the hangnails I'll be sporting come December.

So I may or may not blog after today. I may or may not blog next week. And I may or may not live to tell my tales of Rhode Island and its beautiful piles of scrap and waste.

Now, what's your favorite Turkey day dish?

I can't get enough rolls myself.

(And do not say dressing! I prefer the term, "stuffing.")