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Hello, we're back from Thanksgiving. It went well! We all pretty much had a good time and ate ourselves silly and my pie was a success (one of the few baked goods I consistently get right, but I still worry).

Somebody really needs to invent the transporter, though, because I hate all forms of transit and I hate living out of a suitcase and I hate sleeping in strange beds. Hell, I'd beam in to use my own bathroom if I could. DIFFERENT THINGS ARE BAD.