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December 21, 2008
It's 1:21. Today, my grandmother, my mother, my brother, his wife, their child, my sister, her husband, their son, their daughter and her boyfriend came over for Christmas gift-giving and dinner.

If I may brag—what's the internet for but bragging?—I cooked the best turkey I ever et. The white meat was moist, and slightly salty. I used the turned turkey method, as outlined in the Joy of Cooking.

In my list two paragraphs ago my more astute readers have noticed the lack of somebody: my father. He was, as we et, in the Oshawa hospital.

Missing you, Dad.