Go big or go home - this year's Thanksgiving culinary centerpiece is going to be a cajun turducken. Chicken stuffed into duck stuffed into turkey, so it's basically an edible birdception of delicious meats. I'll probably end up wrapping it in bacon while it cooks so all the juices get absorbed because why not.
(Mostly doing this because my troll of dad said I couldn't pull it off and I will show that jerk otherwise.)
On a more OC-like note, the dream fairy gifted me with my 'WANTED' poster. You'd think I would have gotten this forever ago - every dream cycle involves bounties, me getting framed for things I didn't do, and demons trying to off me left and right - but nope, better late than never. I'd almost be tempted to toss it out if it also didn't have a depiction of two of my traveling companions, and considering I don't know any of them in this life, this will be the closest I'll ever get to a picture with them.
At least we were expensive.
My cheeks also aren't as chubby as what's depicted on the stupid thing, who the fuck got paid to do this???