I was cleaning.  I was cleaning the house and diligently doing things on my moving to-do list that remained undone.  I was hanging mirrors in the bathroom, I was making my bed, I was folding and putting away many loads of neglected laundry. 

Then Boo arrived.  Then Boo helped me with the (unreal number of) dishes.  Then Boo asked me if I had ever seen the BBC car show called Top Gear.  Miracle of miracles, I had seen about 2 episodes of Top Gear, and I thoroughly impressed my 17 year old brother by saying, “Yes.  I have seen Top Gear.”

Then he wanted to know if I’d seen the episode about the Lorries. No. I hadn’t seen the episode about the Lorries. (A Lorrie is a British Big-Rig/18-wheeler.)

So that’s how I’ve spent the last two hours. Watching British car guys wreck big rigs.  In short, that’s kind of how my side of the family does Thanksgiving.