A few days ago, our cat, Max, brought in a mouse he was harassing. It was still alive, but I think it was quadriplegic at that point. It was bleeding on the wood floor, so I took it outside. A little while later, William, trying to be helpful, came out with a bandaid opened up, which he earnestly and tenderly wanted to apply to the "mou." :)

Last night, at work, we had our annual "turkey bowling." They set up bowling pins in the traditional format, mark off a line, and then we get to "bowl" with a turkey breast in a cloth bank bag. It's quite awkward, and your hands get kinda gross and slimy afterwards. Most of the guys did pretty well, but some of the women actually flung it up at the wall! Some of the framed pictures received a bit of turkey abuse. Later, I saw a paper sign on a framed picture in that hall that said, "Cheryl was here." :) And I think the guy with the camera near the pins must have had some close shaves. I didn't hit a single pin. Never have been much of a bowling fan, although that was my first date with Chris. :)