I always have Thanksgiving with Lisa, but this year she's in New Zealand for the Ironman. I'd be pissed, but last year on this day I was laying in Lisa's guest bed with the flu, while she made a meal - to die for - and I thought I would. I ended up eating it three days later. And I got to ski -- a lot.
It was a fun trip... that started out miserably.
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