Turkey gravy in five easy steps

Friday at last. Another miserable week in this  miserable year is almost in the books. I'm going to try and get in some Christmas shopping this weekend. It is far more likely I will take a day off next week and go to the mall during the day when the crowds are smaller. As usual, the wife has given me little to work with. "There is a white shirt with red on the sleeves at the Loft" is not much help. I have no intention of spending an hour sorting trough clothing at a women's store to determine if that is a T-shirt, a blouse, stripes? Or she tells me there is a necklace at Macy's. She assures me it is similar to "that one" she has, but when I ask her to show me she says she will later. So Christmas comes and I buy the wrong stuff or different stuff that she takes back or never uses or wears. A little help on her part would go a very long way. Women. I suspect yours is just the same.

Can you dig it? Ding , dong-ding, doooong.

I had a mini-rant here about the sore losers and their efforts to disrupt the Electoral College, but I erased it. It is Friday and I don't want to get all honked off. Besides, you either find the whole Democrat/never Trumper effort a disgrace or else lack the sack or ability to make a cogent argument against my position. And sorry, but Hamilton would be appalled at the hijacking of his name to thwart the will of the people and States.

If you see me at the mall, do not try to stop and chat. I will be on a mission to get in, get out, and making every effort to avoid beating any number of nitwits I encounter about the head and face with rolls of wrapping paper. Oh, and there is "this one sweater at Kohls" the wife likes. If you see it, let me know.