We’ll find out. My wife is in the dog house with me over yesterday. For 3 weeks, she’s been telling me we weren’t going anywhere for thanksgiving and wanted me to do a big lunch. So I did, Turkey took a bit longer than I expected, we ate lunch about 2. And I made a feast. Anyway, at about 5 she tells my son and daughter to go change clothes, tells me to get ready so we can go to her dads for thanksgiving supper!!! I was pissed. I felt like a heel going over there just to sit and not eat cause I was in a food coma from our lunch.
