Today was my first day back to work after the ritual sacrifice day. (this is a buffy reference - in a thanksgiving episode called "Pangs," Anya says about thanksgiving: I love a ritual sacrifice. Buffy: It's not really a one of those. Anya: To commemorate an event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice. With pie.)

It was difficult getting back to work after the hot and cold flowing DELICIOUSNESS from the leftover extravaganza. I had an okay breakfast this morning, but lunch was a fantastically tasty turkey burger with two slices of cheese - TWO - cheddar and swiss, with pickles and tomatoes, mayo and mustard. It. Was. Awe. SOME. (This is also a good sign that I'm nearing my full moon - esp. the two-cheese cheeseburger.)

The Friday after the feast, I woke up with a headache. My daughter looked at me when she woke up and said, "You look like a cat's been tap dancing on your head. With its claws out."

I finished seasons two and three of How I Met Your Mother, and I'm waiting for season four to find its way into my DVD player. Until then, here's a wee tidbit of two of my favorite fellas singing from one of my favorite musicals (I used to watch the dream cast perform it, years ago, years ago).